Speak My Lord

Hear the Lord of harvest

sweetly calling,

"Who will go and work for me

today?"

"Who will bring to me the Lost

and dying?"

"Who will point them to the

narrow way?"

Speak, my Lord, speak,

my Lord,

Speak, and I'll be quick to

answer Thee;

Speak, my Lord, speak,

my Lord,

Speak, and I will answer,

"Lord, send me."

When the coal of fire touched

the prophet,

Making him as pure as pure

can be,

When the voice of God, said

" Who'll go for us?"

Then he answered,

"Here I am, send me."

Millions now in sin and

shame are dying;

Listen to their sad and bitter cry;

Hasten, brother, hasten to

the rescue;

Quickly answer,

"Master, here am I."

Soon the time for reaping

will be over;

Soon we'll gather for the

harvest home;

May the Lord of harvest smile

upon us,

May we hear His blessed,

"Child, well done."

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