Master of the world’s great harvest,
Whitened fields all round I see;
But the laborers seem wanting,
Here am I, send me, send me.

Chorus:
Here am I, send me,
Here am I, send me.

To the humble, simple duties,
All unnoticed tho’ they be;
To the sick, the poor, the dying,
Here am I, send me, send me. [Chorus]

In the highway, in the hedges,
Where the hireling would flee,
Where the sheep are torn and scattered,
Here am I, send me, send me. [Chorus]

Should the way be full of danger,
Full of sorrow tho’ it be,
Thou wilt help-in Thee relying,
Here am I, send me, send me. [Chorus]