Still comes the Call to who will hear!
A listening spirit heard,
And fain would go with message clear
To be the living Word.
O holy Voices, bid to-day
All thought of self to cease,—
In God alone his strength and stay,
His gladness and his peace!

Ordain in him the seeker's mind
Of cager, trusting youth,
That hastens forth each morn to find
Fresh manna-falls of truth:
Ordain the constant heart to take
The side of outcast Right,
In duty's rocky fields to make
His gardens of delight.

Give him the eyes that pity men,
The tones that stir and thrill,
The broken heart to heal again,
To brace the faltering will;
A vision of the Eternal Face,
Where others' sight grows dim:
A prophet truthing it in grace,
The Christ, ordain in him!

Nor one alone: in all, O God,
For nobler ministry
On heights of life as yet untrod,
Awake the glad ‘Send me!’
Use us for braver words and deeds,
For toil with love ashine,—
Our heart-beat timed to human needs,
Our wills made one with thine!