Chorus / Description :
Hark, the voice of Jesus crying
"Who will go and work today
Fields are white and harvests waiting
Who will bear the sheaves away
Loud and long the Master calls us
rich reward He offers free
who will answer, gladly saying
"Here am I, send me, send me"
Hark, the voice of Jesus crying,
"Who will go and work today?
Fields are white and harvests waiting;
Who will bear the sheaves away?"
Loud and long the Master calls us,
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 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 for Jesus,
will be precious in His sight.
If you cannot be the watchman
standing high on Zion's wall,
pointing out the path to heaven,
off'ring life and peace to all,
with your pray'rs and with your bounties
you can do what heav'n demands;
you can be like faithful Aaron
holding up the prophet's hands.
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."
And I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then I said, Here am I; send me.