If you cannot speak like angels,
If you cannot preach like Paul,
You can tell the love of Jesus,
And say He died for all.

If you cannot rouse the wicked
With the judgment dread alarms,
You can lead the little children
To the Saviour's waiting arms.

Let none hear you idly saying,
“There's nothing I can do.”
While souls of men are dying,
And the Master calls for you.

Take the task He gives you gladly,
Let His work thy pleasure be,
Answer quickly when he calleth,
“Here am I, send me, send me.”