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, O Lord, send me”? 2 If you cannot cross...
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom, sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom, by waters still, o’er troubled sea, still ’tis his hand that leadeth me. 3 Lord, I would place my hand in thine, nor ever murmur nor repine; content, whatever lot I see, since ’tis my God that leadeth...