There is much to do,
There’s work on every hand;
Hark! the cry for help
Comes ringing thro’ the land;
Jesus calls for reapers,
I must active be;
What wilt Thou, O Mas­ter?
Here am I, send me.

Refrain

Here am I; Lord, send me;
Here am I, rea­dy at Thy bidding,
Lord send me!

There’s the plaintive cry
Of mourning souls distressed,
And the sigh of hearts
Who seek but find no rest;
These should have my love
And tender sympathy;
Ready at Thy bidding,
Here am I, send me.

Refrain

There are hungering souls
Who cry aloud for bread;
With the Bread of Life
They’re longing to be fed;
Shall they starve and famish
While a feast is free?
I must be more faithful;
Here am I, send me.

Refrain

There are souls who linger
On the brink of woe;
Lord, I must not, cannot
Bear to let them go;
Let me go and tell them,
Brother, turn and flee;
Master, I would save them;
Here am I, send me.

Refrain