Verse 1
HeCar the Lord of harvest sweetly callFing,
“WGho will go and work for Me toCday?
WhCo will bring to Me the lost and dyFing?
WCho will point them tGo the narrow wCay?”
Chorus
Speak, my LoCrd speak, my LoGrd,
SpGeak, and I'll be quick to answer ThCee;
Speak, my LoCrd, speak, my LoFrd,
SpeCak, and I will ansGwer, “Lord send mCe”
WhCen the coal of fire touched the proFphet,
MakGing him as pure as pure can bCe,
WhCen the voice of God, said “Who'll go fFor us?”
ThCen he answered, “HeGre I am, send mCe”
Chorus
Speak, my LoCrd speak, my LoGrd,
SpGeak, and I'll be quick to answer ThCee;
Speak, my LoCrd, speak, my LoFrd,
SpeCak, and I will ansGwer, “Lord send mCe”
MillCions now in sin and shame are dyiFng;
LiGsten to their sad and bitter crCy;
HasCten, brother, hasten to the resFcue;
QuicCkly answer, “MasGter, here am CI”
Chorus
Speak, my LoCrd speak, my LoGrd,
SpGeak, and I'll be quick to answer ThCee;
Speak, my LoCrd, speak, my LoFrd,
SpeCak, and I will ansGwer, “Lord send mCe”
SoCon the time for reaping will be ovFer;
SoGon we'll gather for the harvest hoCme;
MaCy the Lord of harvest smile upFon us,
MaCy we hear His bleGssed, “Child, well doCne”