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<h2>HARK, THE VOICE OF JESUS CALLING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I heard the voice of the Lord saying, ‘Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?’” Isaiah 6:8</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_o_mozart_wa.jpg" alt="Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791)" width="132.666666666667" height="204.666666666667"></em></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_march_d.html" target="_blank">Daniel March</a>, 1868:
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<p>It was written at the impulse of a moment to follow a sermon I was to preach in Clinton St. Church to the Philadelphia Christian Association on the text, Is. 6,8.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Ellesdie,” attributed to <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_mozart_wa.html" target="_blank">Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart</a>; arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_main_hp.html" target="_blank">Hubert Platt Main</a>, 1872 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_e_ellesdie.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Hark, the voice of Jesus calling,<br>
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“Who will go and work today?<br>
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Fields are ripe and harvests waiting,<br>
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Who will bear the sheaves away?”<br>
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Long and loud the Master calls us,<br>
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Rich reward He offers free;<br>
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Who will answer, gladly saying,<br>
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“Here am I, send me, send me”?</p>
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<p>If you cannot cross the ocean,<br>
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And the distant lands explore,<br>
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You can find the lost around you,<br>
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You can help them at your door;<br>
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If you cannot give your thousands,<br>
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You can give the widow’s mite;<br>
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What you truly give for Jesus,<br>
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Will be precious in His sight.</p>
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<p>If you cannot speak like angels,<br>
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If you cannot preach like Paul,<br>
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You can tell the love of Jesus,<br>
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You can say He died for all.<br>
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If you cannot rouse the wicked,<br>
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With the judgment’s dread alarms,<br>
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You can lead the little children<br>
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To the Savior’s waiting arms.</p>
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<p>If you cannot be the watchman,<br>
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Standing high on Zion’s wall,<br>
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Pointing out the path to heaven,<br>
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Offering life and peace to all,<br>
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With your prayers and with your bounties<br>
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You can do what heaven demands;<br>
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You can be like faithful Aaron,<br>
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Holding up the prophet’s hands.
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<p>If among the older people,<br>
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You may not be apt to teach,<br>
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“Feed My lambs,” said Christ, our Shepherd,<br>
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“Place the food within their reach.”<br>
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And it may be that the children<br>
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You have led with trembling hand,<br>
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Will be found among your jewels,<br>
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When you reach the better land.</p>
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<p>Let none hear you idly saying,<br>
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“There is nothing I can do.”<br>
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While the lost of earth are dying,<br>
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And the Master calls for you;<br>
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Take the task He gives you gladly;<br>
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Let His work your pleasure be;<br>
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Answer quickly when He calls you,<br>
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“Here am I, send me, send me.”</p>
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