1 Hark, the voice of Jesus crying,
“Who will go and work today?
Fields are ripe and harvests waiting;
who will bear the sheaves away?”
Loud and long the Master calleth;
rich reward he offers thee.
Who will answer, gladly saying,
“Here am I, send me, send me”?
2 If you cannot speak like angels,
if you cannot preach like Paul,
you can tell the love of Jesus,
you can say he died for all.
If you cannot rouse the wicked
with the judgment’s dread alarms,
you can lead the little children
to the Savior’s waiting arms.
3 If you cannot be a watchman,
standing high on Zion’s wall,
pointing out the path to heaven,
off’ring life and peace to all,
with your prayers and with your off’rings
you can do what God demands;
you can be like faithful Aaron,
holding up the prophet’s hands.
4 Let none hear you idly saying,
“There is nothing I can do,”
while the multitudes are dying,
and the Master calls for you.
Take the task he gives you gladly,
let his work your pleasure be;
answer quickly when he calleth,
“Here am I, send me, send me!”