The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Matthew 9:37
Blessèd Lord, send forth Thy workers,
Let Thy children not delay;
Breathe, oh, breathe Thy love undying
Into sinful hearts today.
Yea, dear Lord, while souls are dying,
Lost for lack of love for Thee,
Consecrate us, fill and send us,
With Thy message full and free.
Take our hearts, O blessèd Savior,
Take our lives, our wills, our all;
Sweet shall be our humble service,
Gladly we obey Thy call.