1 Arise! the Master calls for thee,
The harvest days are here!
No longer sit with folded hands,
But gather far and near.
The noble ranks of volunteers
Are daily growing ev'rywhere,
But still there's work for millions more!
Then for the field prepare.
Arise! Arise! The Master calls for thee,
Arise! Arise! A faithful reaper be,
Arise! The field is white, and days are going by,
Awake, awake, And answer: "Here am I!"
2 Go seek the lost and erring ones,
Who never knew the Lord;
Go lead them from the ways of sin,
And thou shalt have reward.
Go out into the hedges where
The careless drift upon the tide,
And from the highways bring them in
Let no one be denied. [Refrain]
3 The message bear to distant lands
Beyond the rolling sea;
Go tell them of the Savior's love
The Lamb of Calvary.
Arise! the Master calls for thee!
Salvation full and free proclaim,
Till ev'ry kindred, tribe and tongue
Exalt the Savior's name! [Refrain]
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Author: Mary A. Brown
From the Norwich Bulletin, Norwich, Connecticut, January 23, 1918:
The death of Miss Mary M. Brown at Backus Hospital Tuesday morning saddened a host of friends and the different pupils who have had the benefit of her instruction for so many years. Miss Brown was born in Natick, R. I., May 19, 1856. She was the daughter of Lydia A. Higgins and Joseph R. C. Brown. Her common and high school education was received in Rockport, Mass. At the time there was a normal school in Norwich over twenty years ago, she took the course there and was graduated, after which she taught in the Model School in Norwich.
Miss Brown has taught in the Jewett City schools for twenty years. A teacher more faithful to the interests of the scholars and school ca… Go to person page >