The Mas­ter comes! He calls for thee—
Go forth at His al­migh­ty word,
Obedient to His last command,
And tell to those who ne­ver heard,
Who sit in deepest shades of night,
That Christ has come to give them light.

The Mas­ter calls! Arise and go;
How blest His messenger to be!
He, who hath given thee liberty,
Now bids thee set the captives free;
Proclaim His mighty power to save,
Who for the world His lifeblood gave.

The Mas­ter calls! Shall not thy heart
In warm responsive love reply,
Lord, here am I; send me, send me,
Thy willing slave, to live or die—
An instrument unfit indeed,
Yet Thou wilt give me what I need?

And if thou canst not go, yet bring
An offering of a willing heart;
Then, though thou tarriest at home,
Thy God shall give thee too thy part;
The messengers of peace upbear
In ceaseless and prevailing prayer.

Short is the time for service true,
For soon shall dawn that glo­ri­ous day
When, all the harvest gathered in,
Each faithful heart shall hear Him say,
My child, well done! your toil is o’er—
Enter My joy for­ev­er­more.