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Hark, the Voice of Jesus Calling

Daniel March

Hark, the voice of Jesus calling,
“Who will go and work today?
Fields are ripe and harvests waiting,
Who will bear the sheaves away?”
Long and loud the Master calls us,
Rich reward He offers free;
Who will answer, gladly saying,
“Here am I, send me, send me”?

If you cannot cross the ocean,
And the distant lands explore,
You can find the lost around you,
You can help them at your door;
If you cannot give your thousands,
You can give the widow’s mite;
What you truly give for Jesus
Will be precious in His sight.

If you cannot speak like angels,
If you cannot preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
You can say He died for all.
If you cannot rouse the wicked,
With the judgment’s dread alarms,
You can lead the little children
To the Savior’s waiting arms.

If you cannot be the watchman
Standing high on Zion’s wall,
Pointing out the path to heaven,
Offering life and peace to all,
With your prayers and with your bounties
You can do what heav’n demands;
You can be like faithful Aaron,
Holding up the prophet’s hands.

If among the older people
You may not be apt to teach,
“Feed My lambs,” said Christ, our Shepherd,
“Place the food within their reach.”
And it may be that the children
You have led with trembling hand
Will be found among your jewels
When you reach the better land.

Let none hear you idly saying,
“There is nothing I can do,”
While the lost of earth are dying,
And the Master calls for you.
Take the task He gives you gladly;
Let His work your pleasure be.
Answer quickly when He calls you,
“Here am I, send me, send me!”


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Lord, Speak to Me

Original title:
A Worker’s Prayer

Frances Ridley Havergal

Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
In living echoes of Thy tone;
As Thou hast sought, so let me seek
Thy erring children, lost and lone.

O lead me, Lord, that I may lead [continue reading…]

If Thou But Suffer God to Guide Thee

(a.k.a. If You Will Only Let God Guide You)

Georg Neumark
translated by
Catherine Winkworth

If thou but suffer God to guide thee
And hope in Him through all thy ways,
He’ll give thee strength, whate’er betide thee,
And bear thee through the evil days.
Who trust in God’s unchanging love
Builds on the rock that [continue reading…]

A Song of Joy at Dawn

Paul Gerhardt
translated by
Catherine Winkworth

All my heart this night rejoices,
As I hear,
Far and near,
Sweetest angel voices;
“Christ is born,” their choirs are singing,
Till the air
Now with joy is ringing.

For it dawns — the promised morrow [continue reading…]

A Carol

Martin Luther
“Written for his little son Hans”
translated by
Catherine Winkworth

“Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy,
which shall be to all people.”

Luke 2:10

The Angel’s Proclamation:

From heaven above to earth I come
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:

To you this night is born [continue reading…]

We Love Him for He First Loved Us

Gerhard Tersteegen
translated by
Catherine Winkworth

Thou fairest Child Divine,
In yonder manger laid,
In whom is God Himself well pleased,
By whom were all things made,
On me art Thou bestow’d;
How can such wonders be!
The dearest that the Father hath
He gives me here in Thee!

I was a foe to God,
I fought in Satan’s host,
I trifled [continue reading…]

God with Us

Paul Gerhardt
translated by
Catherine Winkworth

Blessèd Jesus! This
Thy lowly manger is
The Paradise where oft my soul would feed;
Here is the place, my Lord,
Where lies the Eternal Word
Clothed with our flesh, made like to us indeed.

For He whose mighty sway
The winds and seas obey, [continue reading…]

Forsaking All for the True Light

Laurentius Laurenti
translated by
Catherine Winkworth

Is thy heart athirst to know
That the King of heaven and earth
Deigns to dwell with man below,
Yea hath stoop’d to mortal birth?
Search the Word with ceaseless care
Till thou find this treasure there.

With the sages from afar [continue reading…]

With Grateful Heart My Thanks I Bring

Will­iam Brad­bu­ry

With grateful heart my thanks I bring,
Before the great Thy praise I sing.
I worship in Thy holy place
And praise Thee for Thy truth and grace,
For truth and grace together shine
In Thy most holy Word divine,
In Thy most holy Word divine.

I cried to Thee and Thou didst save;
Thy word of grace new courage gave.
The kings of earth [continue reading…]

The Year Is Swiftly Waning

William How

The year is swiftly waning,
The summer days are past;
And life, brief life, is speeding—
The end is nearing fast.

The ever changing seasons
In silence come and go;
But Thou, eternal Father, [continue reading…]

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty

Joachim Neander
original hymn name: “Lobe den Herren”
translated by
Catherine Winkworth (vv. 1-3,9)
James Taft Hatfield (vv. 6-8)
Anonymous (vv. 4-5)

Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of Creation!
O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy Health and Salvation.
All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
Praise Him in glad adoration!

Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so [continue reading…]

Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven

Henry F. Lyte

Praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring.
Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven—
Who like thee His praise should sing?
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise Him! Praise Him!
Praise the [continue reading…]

Jesus Is the Sweetest Name I Know

Lela Long

There have been names that I have loved to hear,
But never has there been a name so dear
To this heart of mine, as the name divine,
The precious, precious name of Jesus.

Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
And He’s just the same as His lovely name,
And that’s the reason [continue reading…]

Ode to the Titles of Christ

Charles Wesley

Arise, my soul, arise
Thy Savior’s sacrifice!
All the names that love could find,
All the forms that love could take
Jesus in Himself has joined,
Thee, my soul, His own to make.

Equal with God, most high,
He laid His glory by: [continue reading…]