The Master has come, and He calls us to follow
The track of the footprints He leaves on our way;
Far o'er the mountain and thro' the deep hollow
The path leads us on to the mansions of day;
The Master has 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.
The Master has 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 has called us: tho' doubt and temptation
May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing:
"Press onward, look upward," thro' much tribulation;
The children of Zion must follow their King.
The Master has 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 has called us, His sons and His daughters,
We'll plead for His blessing and trust in His love;
And thro' the green pastures, beside the still waters,
He'll lead us at last to His kingdom above.