O Master, When Thou Callest

O Master, when Thou callest,
No voice may say Thee nay,
For blest are they that follow
Where Thou dost lead the way;
In freshest prime of morning,
Or fullest glow of noon,
The note of heavenly warning
Can never come too soon.

O Master, when Thou callest,
No heart may dare refuse;
’Tis honor, highest honor,
When Thou dost deign to use;
Our brightest and our fairest,
Our dearest—all are thine;
Thou Who for each one carest,
We hail Thy love’s design.