First Line: Behold, the Master now is calling,

Behold, the Master now is calling
For reapers brave and true ;
The golden harvest fields are waiting,
But labourers are few.

Go forth, with patience, love, and kindness ;
And, in the Master's name,
The blessed news of free salvation
To all the world proclaim !

2 Go forth, and rescue those that perish,
Where sin and darkness reign;
Go, lend a helping hand to save them,
And break the tempter's chain.

3 Go, bid the poor with joy and gladness
The feast of love to share ;
And He, the Bread of Life Eternal,
Will make them welcome there.

4 Go forth, the summer days are waning
Their light will soon be o'er ;
The solemn hour is quickly coming,
When we can work no more.