Hymn 317 - The Master Hath Come

The Master hath come, and He calls us to follow

The track of the footprints He leaves on our way;

Far over the mountain and through the deep hollow,

The path leads us on to 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, though doubt and temptation

May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing: 

“Press onward, look upward,” thro’ much tribulation;

The children of Zion must follow the 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.