Hearken to the words of wisdom
That proceed from out God's throne;
For his mandates are eternal,
And his purposes are know.

Heed the words of inspiration
That to you are voiced this day,
For the Master's word is urgent;
You're his agents, why delay?

White the field unto the harvest,
Many souls there be who wait,
Hasten with the gospel message,
Find them ere it be too late.

By His Spirit he has called you,
Robed you with the power to teach,
Blessed you with great inspiration
That the people you may reach.

Why this lethargy, my people?
Know ye not the cause is true?
Hesitation brings disaster,
Glory crowns the souls that do.

Some have grown cold and careless;
Some are weary, worn, and sad;
Some have ceased to worship with you,
Yea, they've lost the love they had.

Oh, my priesthood, why be idle
While the weary sink and die?
Are you callous to their suffering?
Hear you not their mournful cry?

I have called you unto service.
Has my calling been in vain?
And the Spirit's gentle pleadings
Have you failed to entertain?

Long my love has been extended,
Long my patience has endured;
But my people are neglected,
Eternal life not yet secured.

Open up your minds to wisdom,
Seek the things that make you men,
Glorify the God that bought you,
Who from sin hath made you clean.

Up ye, then, and do my bidding,
Seek the ones who've gone astray,
Bring them to the fold of safety,
Start them in the narrow way.

Succor all who need your succor,
Pray with all who need your prayer,
Counsel where advice is needed,
Souls distressed, their sorrow share.

To this work the Lord has called you;
This the task he bids you do;
And a crown of life awaits you,
When the pilgrimage is through.