The Voice Of God Is Calling Its Summons


The voice of God is calling
A summons unto all;
As once they heard in Zion,
So now we hear the call.
“Whom shall I send to succor
My people in their need?
Whom shall I send to loosen
The bonds of shame and greed?

“I hear my people crying
In cot and mine and slum;
No field or mart is silent,
No city street is dumb.
I see my people falling
In darkness and despair.
Whom shall I send to shatter
The fetters which they bear?”

We heed, O God, thy summons,
And answer: “Here are we!
Send us upon thine errand,
Let us thy servants be.
Our strength is dust and ashes,
Our years a passing hour;
But thou canst use our weakness
To magnify thy power.

“From ease and plenty save us;
From pride of place absolve;
Purge us of low desire;
Lift us to high resolve;
Take us, and make us holy;
Teach us thy will and way.
Speak, and, behold! we answer;
Command, and we obey!”