There's a holy, high vocation
Needing workers everywhere;
'Tis the highest form of service,
'Tis the ministry of prayer.

Do you long to see the millions,
Who are perishing today,
Snatched as brands plucked from the burning?
Do you long, yet seldom pray?

Come and join the intercessors!
Laurels, then, some day you'll wear;
For there is no higher service
Than the ministry of prayer.

—Selected