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The Master
Has Come
The lyrics to “The
Master Has Come”
were written by Sarah Doudney,
daughter of Mr. George E. Doudney, of Cosham, Hants She was born
near Portsmouth, but removed into a remote village in Hampshire
at an early age. Her first efforts in literature were made when
she was quite young, her poem, "The Lessons of the Water-Mill,"
a popular song, especially in America, having been written when
she was only fifteen. Known mainly to the reading public through
her stories,
A Woman's
Glory,
Stepping
Stones, and others, and through her contributions to
the
Sunday Magazine,
Good Words,
and other serials, her works, including fiction, and sacred and
secular poems, have been widely read and appreciated. Her sacred
poems are the least numerous of her writings. Some of these, as,
"The Master hath come, and He calls us to follow," and "Savior,
now the day is ending," for use at the close of Evening Service,
and of more than usual merit, create the desire for more of a
like kind. Greater use, however, may be made of what she has
written than has been done. By being buried in magazine
literature, her hymns are somewhat difficult to trace. Her
Psalms of
Life was published by Houlston in 1871.
The melody is a traditional Welsh tune, The Ash Grove. |
Sarah Doudney |
Lyrics by
Sarah Doudney
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The Master has come, and He calls us
to follow
the track of the footprints He leaves on our way;
far over the mountain and through the deep hollow,
the path leads us on to the mansions of day:
the Master has called us, the children who fear Him,
who march 'neath Christ's banner, His own little band;
we love Him and seek Him, we long to be near Him,
and rest in the light of His beautiful land.
The Master has called us; the road may
be dreary,
and dangers and sorrows are strewn on the track;
but God's Holy Spirit shall comfort the weary;
we follow the Savior and cannot turn back;
The Master has called us: though doubt and temptation
may compass our journey, we cheerfully sing:
"press onward, look upward," thru much tribulation;
the children of Zion must follow their King. |
The Master has called us, in
life's early morning,
with spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod:
we turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning,
to cast in our lot with the people of God:
the Master has called us, His sons and His daughters,
We plead for His blessing and trust in His love;
and thru the green pastures, beside the still waters,
He'll lead us at last to His kingdom above.
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