1.	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 thro' 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. 

2.	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 Savior and cannot turn back; 
	The Master hath called us: tho' doubt and temptation 
	May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing: 
	"Press onward, look upward," thro' much tribulation; 
	The children of Zion must follow their King. 

3.	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 thro' the green pastures, beside the still waters, 
	He'll lead us at last to His kingdom above.