There is much to do

There is much to do,
There’s work on every hand,
Hark, the cry for help comes
Ringing through the land;
Jesus calls for reapers, I must active be,
What will Thou O Master?
Here am, I send me.

Here am I, Lord, send me. (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. ... x 2(Men)
Here am I (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. (Men)
Read-y at thy bid-ding
Lord, send me. (Unison)

There’s the plaintive cry of
Mourning souls distressed
And the sigh of hearts who
Seek but find no rest;
These should have my love
And tender sympathy,
Ready at Thy bidding
Here am I, send me.

Here am I, Lord, send me. (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. ... x 2(Men)
Here am I (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. (Men)
Read-y at thy bid-ding
Lord, send me. (Unison)

There are hungry souls
Who cry aloud for bread,
With the bread of life they’re
Longing to be fed;
Shall they starve and famish
While a feast is free?
I must be more faithful,
Here am I, send me.

Here am I, Lord, send me. (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. ... x 2(Men)
Here am I (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. (Men)
Read-y at thy bid-ding
Lord, send me. (Unison)

There are souls who linger
On the brink of woe,
Lord, I must not, cannot
Bear to let them go;
Let me go and tell them,
Brother turn and flee,
Master, I would save them,
Here am I, send me.

Here am I, Lord, send me. (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. ... x 2(Men)
Here am I (Women)
Here am I, send me,
Lord send me. (Men)
Read-y at thy bid-ding
Lord, send me. (Unison)