Jesus call
us; o’er tumult
Of our
life’s wild, restless sea,
Day by day
His clear voice soundeth,
Saying,
“Christian, follow Me;”
As of old
Saint Andrew heard it
By the
Galilean lake,
Turned from
home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all
for His dear sake.
Jesus calls
us from the worship
Of the vain
world’s golden store;
From each
idol that would keep us,
Saying,
“Christian, love Me more.”
In our joys
and in our sorrows,
Days of toil
and hours of ease,
Still He
calls, in cares and pleasures,
“Christian,
love Me more than these.”
Jesus calls
us! By thy mercies,
Savior, make
us hear Thy call;
Give our
hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and
love Thee best of all.
So, may we
like Andrew go forth
Brigning
others, Christ, to Thee.
Send us out,
Lord, in The Spirit,
With Thy
message, “Come to Me.”
