WHOM SHALL I SEND

‘Whom shall I send?’ the prophet heard

when he, enraptured, saw the Lord;

He rose and went, his spirit stirred,

‘Whom shall I send today?’




‘Whom shall I send?’ O hear the cry!

‘Whom shall I send?’ From sky to sky!

‘Whom shall I send to bring men nigh?

Whom shall I send today?’




Do the bright youth no longer care?

Do they not see the treasures rare?

Where are they then, O where, O where?

‘Whom shall I send today?’




Following far they hear no call!

Sleeping so sound while millions fall!

Do they not care at all, at all?

‘Whom shall I send today?’




‘Whom shall I send?’ O who will go?

Who then will preach with a voice of woe?

Who will be sped by love's strong bow?

‘May I send you today?’




Lord of the harvest, here am I,

I can no more resist Thy cry,

cost what it may: to live or die.

Send me, dear Lord, today