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 Savior And cannot turn back; The Master hath called us, Though doubt and temptation May compass our journey, We cheerfully sing: "Press onward, look upward," Through 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.