Hark! The Voice Of Jesus Crying.
Who Will Go And Work Today
Fields Are White, And Harvests Waiting
Who Will Bear The Sheaves Away?
Lord And Long The Master Calleth
Rich Reward He Offers Free
Who Will Answer? Gladly Saying
Here Am I, Send M, 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 Give Your Thousands,
You Can Give The Widow’s Mite
And The Least You 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
Offering Life And Peace To All
With Your Prayers And With Your Bounties
You Can Do What Heaven Demands
You Can Be Like Faithful Aaron
Holding Up The Prophet’s Hands.

Let None Hear You Idly Saying
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