Master Hath Come { The Master Hath Come by Sarah Doundney, 1841-1926 ASH GROVE-Welsh Melody The Master Hath Come } The Master hath 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 hath 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 hath called us; the road may be drear y, And dangers and sorrows are strewn on the track; But God's Holy Spirit shall comfort the weary; We follow the Saviour and cannot turn back; The Master hath called us: though doubt and tempt ation May compass our journey, we cheerfully sing: "Press onward, look upward,"thro' much tribulatio n; The children of Zion must follow their King. The Master hath called us, in life's early morni ng, with spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its s corning, To cast in our lot with the people of God: The Master hath called us, His sons and His daugh ters, We plead for His blessing and trust in His love; And through the green pastures, beside the still waters, He'll lead us at last to His kingdom above.