The Master hath come,
And He calls us to follow
The track of the footprints
He leaves on our way;
Far over the mountain
And through the deep hollow,
The path leads us on
To the mansions of day:
The Master hath called us,
The children who fear Him,
Who march 'neath Christ's banner,
His own little band;
We love Him and seek Him,
We long to be near Him,
And rest in the light of
His beautiful land. |
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The Master hath called us;
The road may be dreary
And dangers and sorrows
Are strewn on the track;
But God's Holy Spirit
Shall comfort the weary;
We follow the Savior
And cannot turn back;
The Master hath called us,
Though doubt and temptation
May compass our journey,
We cheerfully sing:
"Press onward, look upward,"
Through much tribulation;
The children of Zion
Must follow the King.
The Master hath called us,
In life's early morning,
With spirits as fresh as
The dew on the sod:
We turn from the world,
With its smiles and its scorning,
To cast in our lot
With the people of God:
The Master hath called us,
His sons and His daughters,
We plead for His blessing
And trust in His love;
And through the green pastures,
Beside the still waters,
He'll lead us at last
To His kingdom above. |
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