Hark, the voice of Jesus calling
"Who will go and work today?
Fields are white, harvests waiting
Who will bear the sheaves away?"
Loud and long the master calleth
Rich reward he offers free
Who will answer, gladly saying
"Here I am, o lord, send me?"

Send me, send me, here am I, o lord, send me
Send me, send me, here am I, o lord, send me

If you cannot cross the ocean
And the heathen lands explore
You can find the heathen nearer
You can help them at your door
Jesus gave his life for sinners
Gave his life for you and me
Will you give your life for others
And reply "o lord, send me?"

Let none hear you idly saying
"There is nothing I can do"
While the souls of men are dying
And the master calls to you
Take the task he gives you gladly
Let his work your pleasure be
Answer quickly when he calleth
"Here am I, o lord, send me!"