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Daniel L. March in 1868

David Bruning in 1915

Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 2024

WHITE FIELDS. 8, 7, 8, 7, D.

Hark! 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 thee:
Who will answer, gladly saying,
"Here am I, O Lord, 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 do for Jesus,
Will be precious in his sight.

If you cannot speak like angels,
If you cannot preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
You can say he died for all;
If you fail to rouse the wicked,
With the judgment's dread alarms,
You may lead the little children,
To the Saviour's waiting arms.

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 prayers 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 souls of men 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 calleth,
"Here am I, O Lord, send me."