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| There Is Much To Do |
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| There is much to do, there’s work on every hand |
| Hark the cry for help comes ringing through the land |
| Jesus calls for reapers, I must active be, |
| What will Thou O Master, here am I, send me |
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| Here am I, send me, Lord send me. |
| Here am I, send me, Lord send me. |
| Here am I, send me, Lord send me. |
| Ready at thy bidding Lord, send me. |
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| There’s the plaintive cry of mourning souls distressed |
| And the sigh of hearts who seek but find no rest |
| They should have my love and tender sympathy |
| Ready at Thy bidding, here am I, send me |
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| There are hungering souls who cry aloud for bread |
| With the bread of life they’re longing to be fed |
| Shall they starve and famish while a feast is free |
| I must be more faithful, here am I, send me |
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| There are souls who linger on the brink of woe |
| Lord, I must not, cannot bear to let them go; |
| Let me go and tell them, brother turn and flee |
| Master, I would save them, here am I, send me |
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