Words: ; writ­ten for In­dia’s Wo­men, and first sung at the Val­e­dic­to­ry Meet­ing of the Church of Eng­land Ze­na­na So­ci­e­ty, Oc­to­ber 2, 1888.

Music: St. Edith, , 1799, and , 1871.

O Master, when Thou callest,
No voice may say Thee nay,
For blest are they that follow
Where Thou dost lead the way;
In freshest prime of morning,
Or fullest glow of noon,
The note of heavenly warning
Can never come too soon.

O Master, when Thou callest,
No heart may dare refuse;
’Tis honor, highest honor,
When Thou dost deign to use;
Our brightest and our fairest,
Our dearest—all are thine;
Thou Who for each one carest,
We hail Thy love’s design.