S. G. Stock

7.6.7.6.D.

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 to soon.

2

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.

3

O Master, whom Thou callest,

No heart may dare refuse;

’Tis honor, highest honor,

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.

4

They who go forth to serve Thee,

We, too, who serve at home,

May watch and pray together

Until Thy kingdom come;

In Thee for aye united,

Our song of hope we raise,

Till that blest shore is sighted,

Where all shall turn to praise!