SO SEND I YOU TO LABOUR

So send I you to labour unrewarded,

To serve unpaid, unloved,

Unsought, unknown,

To bear rebuke, to suffer scorn

And scoffing,

So send I you, to toil for Me alone.

So send I you to bind the bruised

And broken,

O'er wandering souls to work, to

Weep, to wake,

To bear the burdens of a world

Aweary,

So send I you, to suffer for My sake.

So send I you to loneliness and

Longing,

With heart a-hungering for the loved and known,

Forsaking home and kindred,

Friend and dear one,

So send I you, to know My love alone.

So send I you to leave your life's

Ambition,

To die to dear desire, self-will

Resign,

To labour long

And love where men revile you,

So send I you,

To lose your life in Mine.

So send I you to hearts made hard

By hatred,

To eyes made blind because they

Will not see,

To spend, though it be blood,

To spend and spare not,

So send I you, to taste of Calvary.

‘As the Father hath sent Me, so send I you.’