Lyrics by Joseph Barnby, except verse 4, by Dave Horn
Hark, the voice of Jesus calling, 'Who will go and work today?
Fields are white and harvests waiting, Who will bear the sheaves away?"
Lous and long the master calls you; Rich reward he offers free.
Who will answer, gladly saying, "Here am I. Send me, send me?"
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 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 bounties You can do what God demands;
You can be like faithful Aaron, Holding up the prophet's hands.
If Isaiah's fear assails you, If unclean and ruined you feel
Do not flee from God Almighty, He is strong to save and heal.
With His offering from the altar, He has burned your guilt away
Though your strength be ever failing, He is faithful every day.
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 calls you, "Here am I. Send me, send me!"