There is much to do, there's work on ev'ry hand, Hark! The cry for help comes ringing through the land; Jesus calls for reapers, I must active be, What wilt Thou, O Master? Here am I, send me. Here am I, (Here am I, send me, Lord, send me) Lord, Send me; (Here am I, send me, Lord, send me) Here am I, (Here am I, send me, Lord, send me) Ready at Thy bidding, Lord, send me. There's a plaintive cry of mourning souls distressed, And the cry of hearts who seek but find no rest; These should have my love and tender sympathy, Ready at Thy bidding, Here am I, send me. There are hung'ring souls who cry aloud for bread, With the bread of life they're longing to be fed; Shall they starve and famish while a feast is free? I must be more faithful, Here am I, send me. There are souls who linger on the brink of woe, Lord, I must not, cannot bear to let them go; Let me go and tell them, "Brother, turn and flee," Master, I would save them, Here am I send me.
Lord, Send Me Lyrics