In the Name of the Master by Harold W. Clark

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Sep 4, 1913

In the Name of the Master

By Harold W. Clark

HAROLD W. CLARK

"Go in the name of the Master." A promise goes with the command; For the one who has called us to labor Has pledged close beside us to stand.

"Go ye, and, lo, I am with you." On our ears fall the words, plain and clear; And look! In response to the summons, The hosts of his workers appear.

Among them are faces familiar, Sweet memories of school-days they bring. Though scattered, with one aim they labor, These heralds of Jesus our king.

They went "in the name of the Master," Though parting with friends gave them pain; And the Master, whose love they are telling, Leads on, over mountain and plain.

And see! "In the name of the Master," They labor 'neath India's skies, In Africa's dark land I see them; Though sometimes one sickens and dies,

Yet onward they press, by their trials Undaunted; though met by the sword, A famine, or floods, still they shrink not; They go on in the name of their Lord.

In Burma and China they labor, While fever and pestilence rage, And the heathen, like waves of the ocean All boundless, their bloody wars wage.

And I ask them, "O, why do ye suffer, And give up the blessings of home?" But back to my ears comes the chorus, "In the name of the Master we've come."

Afar in the cold, northern winter, Still other dear faces appear: Through tempests and storms they are pressing, To tell of His coming so near.

And oft in the blasts of the north wind, Though the cry of the wolves it may bring, They think of their mission from heaven, And go on in the name of the King.

North, south, east, and west they are scattered, The message of mercy to give, To carry the news of salvation, That the sinner through Jesus may live.

And I think, as in memory I see them, Of the homes they have left far behind, Of the fathers and mothers who gave them, The wheat for His garner to bind.

I think of the friends and the loved ones, Whom on earth I never may see; And though sad is the parting, yet ever I whisper, "Dear Lord, 'tis for thee."

'Tis all "in the name of the Master;" O, wonderful name, that will lead Men and women to sacrifice, suffer, And even for his sake to bleed!

And the Master, in tender compassion, With heart full of love, a reward Doth prepare for the faithful Who go in the name of their Lord.

Then onward with courage and valor! Away with all doubting and fears! And the glorious name of the Master We'll praise through eternity's years.

Sonningdale, Saskatchewan, Canada.