The Master hath come, and he calls us to follow
The track of the foot-prints he leaves on our way,
Far over the mountains and through the deep hollow
The path leads us onto the mansions of day,
The Master hath called us, the children who fear him
Who march 'neath Christ's banner, his own little band;
We love him and seek him, we long to be near him
And rest in the light of his beautiful land.

The Master hath called us; the road may be dreary,
and dangers and sorrows are strewn on the track,
But God's Holy Spirit shall comfort the weary
We follow the Saviour and cannot turn back
The Master hath called us: tho' doubt and temptation
May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing:
Press onward, look upward, through much tribulation,
The children of Zion must follow their King.

The Master hath called us, in life's early morning,
With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod;
We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning.
To cast in our lot with the people of God:
The Master hath called us, His sons and His daughters,
We plead for His blessing and trust in His love,
And through the green pastures, beside the still waters,
He'll lead us at last to His kingdom above.