I hear the Master says:
'Go ye into the world,
And teach all nations.'
I hear the Master says:
'The fruits are ripen'd,
And the harvest's plenteous.'
I hear the Master says:
'The harvest is plenteous,
But the labourers are few.'
Then I hear Him asks:
'Whom shall I send,
And who will go for us? '
Will you, like Isaiah, say:
'Here am I, Lord send me, '
I'll go where'er I'm sent?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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