Hark the Voice of Jesus Calling
If you cannot cross the ocean,
And the distant lands explore,
You can find the lost around you
You can help them at your door;
If you cannot give your thousands,
You can give the widow's mite;
What you truly give to Jesus,
Will be precious in His sight.
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.
If among the older people
You may not be apt to teach,
Feed My lambs, said Christ, our Shepherd,
Place the food within their reach.
And it may be that the children
You have fed with trembling hand.
Will be found among your jewels,
When you reach the better land.
Let none hear you idly saying,
There is nothing I can do.
While the lost of earth 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 calls you,
"Here am I, send me, send me."
Hark, the voice of Jesus calling
Who will go and work today?
Fields are ripe and harvests waiting,
Who will bear the sheaves away?
Long and loud the Master calls us,
Rich reward He offers free;
Who will answer, gladly saying,
"Hear am I send me, send Me?"
Daniel March, 1868