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.