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“Hark The Master Calleth”

Hark, the Master calleth,
Who for Me will go?
Some from every nation
Must the Saviour know.
Other sheep are waiting,
For the Gospel call;
Ev’ry tongue must praise Him,
Jesus died for all.

Hasten, then, Oh, hasten,
To the lands of night;
Farther and still farther,
With the Gospel light.

Harvest fields are bending,
Soon ‘twill be too late.
Reapers now are needed,
Lo, ‘tis death to wait.
Who will take the Gospel
Over land and sea;
Who will answer gladly,
“Here am I, send me?”


All may share the glory,
Some can give and pray;
Others at His bidding
Quickly speed away.
Life must be invested,
None for self may live;
Who will heed the challenge,
All to Jesus give?


© Written by Missionary Dan Truax.
May be sung to the tune of “Onward Christian Soldiers.”

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