SPEAK MY LORD

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?”

CHORUS
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?” The he answered,
“Here I am , 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.”

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.”