O MASTER! WHEN THOU CALLEST

O Master! when Thou callest
No voice may say Thee nay,
For blest are they that follow
Where Thou dost lead the way:
In freshest prime of morning,
Or fullest glow of noon,
The note of heavenly warning
Can never come too soon.

O Master! where Thou callest
No foot may shrink in fear,
For they who trust Thee wholly
Shall find Thee ever near;
And quiet room and lonely,
Or busy harvest field,
Where Thou, Lord, rulest only,
Shall precious produce yield.

O Master! whom Thou callest
No heart may dare refuse;
'Tis honour, highest honour,
When Thou dost deign to use
Our brightest and our fairest,
Our dearest-all are Thine;
Thou who for each one carest,
We hail Thy love's design.

They who go forth to serve Thee,
We, too, who serve at home,
May watch and pray together
Until Thou, Lord, shalt come;
In Thee for aye united
Our song of hope we raise,
Till that blest shore is sighted
Where all shall turn to praise.