Hark! the voice of Jesus calling, who will go and work today?
Fields are white, the harvest waiting, who will bear the sheaves away?
Loud and long the Master calleth, rich reward he offers free;
Who will answer, gladly saying, "Here am I, send me, send me!"

If you cannot cross the ocean, and the heathen lands explore,
You can find the heathen nearer, you can help them at your door.
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.

While the souls of men are dying, and the Master calls for you,
Let none hear you idly saying, there is nothing I can do!
Gladly take the task he gives you, let his work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly, when he calleth, "Here am I, send me, send me."