For the Love of Hymns, Part 13: Here I Am, Send Me


The Great Commission is not limited.

It’s not limited to those crossing an ocean or a language. It’s not limited to those who have been saved for decades or have memorized entire books of the Bible. It’s not limited to those with certain careers, titles, or personality types.

It’s not limited.

The command to go and make disciples is given to every person in Christ. None of us are exempt.

According to Jesus, our lives are to be spent on mission, and this old hymn reinforces that truth. I hope it encourages you and can serve as a reminder that God has uniquely and intentionally wired you for a purpose—His glory (Isaiah 43:7), His church’s edification, and your highest joy.

What a Gospel. What a Savior. What a responsibility.


Here I Am, Send Me

Words by Daniel March, 1868

Hark, the voice of Jesus calling,
“Who will go and work today?
Fields are ripe and harvests waiting,
Who will bear the sheaves away?”
Long and loud the Master calls us,
Rich reward He offers free;
Who will answer, gladly saying,
“Here am I, send me, send me”?

If you cannot cross the ocean,
And the distant lands explore,
You can find the lost around you,
You can help them at your door;
If you cannot give your thousands,
You can give the widow’s mite;
What you truly give for Jesus,
Will be precious in His sight.

If you cannot speak like angels,
If you cannot preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
You can say He died for all.
If you cannot rouse the wicked,
With the judgment’s dread alarms,
You can lead the little children
To the Savior’s waiting arms.

If you cannot be the watchman,
Standing high on Zion’s wall,
Pointing out the path to heaven,
Offering life and peace to all,
With your prayers and with your bounties
You can do what heaven demands;
You can be like faithful Aaron,
Holding up the prophet’s hands.

If among the older people,
You may not be apt to teach,
“Feed My lambs,” said Christ, our Shepherd,
“Place the food within their reach.”
And it may be that the children
You have led with trembling hand,
Will be found among your jewels,
When you reach the better land.

Let none hear you idly saying,
“There is nothing I can do.”
While the lost of earth are dying,
And the Master calls for you;
Take the task He gives you gladly;
Let His work your pleasure be;
Answer quickly when He calls you,
“Here am I, send me, send me.”


More from the For the Love of Hymns series:

Part One: Oh the Bliss of the Purified
Part Two: Not Now My Child
Part Three: Take My Life and Let it Be
Part Four: There is a Fountain
Part Five: He Knows
Part Six: All My Hope on God is Founded
Part Seven: In Heavenly Love Abiding
Part Eight: Japheth Song
Part Nine: What Child is This
Part 10: Man of Sorrows
Part 11: Arise, My Soul, Arise
Part 12: The Gospel Brings Tidings

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