HEAR the Lord of harvest sweetly calling, “Who will go and work for Me today? Who will bring to Me the lost and dying? Who will point them to the narrow way?”

Speak, my Lord speak, my Lord, Speak, and I'll be quick to answer Thee; Speak, my Lord, speak, my Lord, Speak, and I will answer, “Lord send me.”

When the coal of fire touched the prophet, Making him as pure as pure can be, When the voice of God, said “Who'll go for us?” Then he answered, “Here I am, send me.”

Speak, my Lord speak, my Lord, Speak, and I'll be quick to answer Thee; Speak, my Lord, speak, my Lord, Speak, and I will answer, “Lord send me.”

Millions now in sin and shame are dying; Listen to their sad and bitter cry; Hasten, brother, hasten to the rescue; Quickly answer, “Master, here am I.”

Speak, my Lord speak, my Lord, Speak, and I'll be quick to answer Thee; Speak, my Lord, speak, my Lord, Speak, and I will answer, “Lord send me.”

Soon the time for reaping will be over; Soon we'll gather for the harvest home; May the Lord of harvest smile upon us, May we hear His blessed, “Child, well done.”

Speak, my Lord speak, my Lord, Speak, and I'll be quick to answer Thee; Speak, my Lord, speak, my Lord, Speak, and I will answer, “Lord send me.”