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THE MASTER'S CALL

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 5, 1871

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 38, No. 12.

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THE MASTER'S CALL.

Up and be doing! the time is brief, And life is frail as the autumn leaf.
To God and thy better self be true, Do with thy might what thou findest to do.
The harvest is white; and the field is wide; And thou at thine ease mayst not abide.
The reapers are few and far between; And death is abroad; with his sickle keen.
’O, think of the Master, worn and faint, Whose meek lips uttered no complaint;
Who toiled for thee ’mid the noontide heat, And sought no rest for his weary feet;
Of a Father's wrath who drank the wine, And bore his cross to lighten thine.
Go forth and labor! a crown awaits The faithful remnant at Heaven's gates.
For a death of shame the Saviour died, To open those golden portals wide;
Work with thy might ere the day of grace Is spent, and the night steals on apace.
The Master has given his pledge divine; Who winneth souls like the stars shall shine.
—Sel.