1 Jesus calls us; o’er the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless sea
Day by day his sweet voice soundeth,
Saying: Christian, follow me.
2 As of old apostles heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for his dear sake.
3 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.
4 In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still he calls, in cares and pleasures,
That we love him more than these.
5 Jesus calls us; by thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear thy call,
Give our hearts to thy obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all.
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First Line: | Jesus calls us; o’er the tumult |
Author: | Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-95) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Challenge |