1 Callest Thou thus, oh Master?
Callest Thou thus to me?
Weary and heavy laden,
Longing to come to Thee,
Out in the lonely darkness
Thy dear voice sounds so sweet,
I am not worthy Master, oh no,
Not worthy to kiss Thy feet.
2 Comest Thou thus, oh Master?
Comest Thou thus to me?
Untrimm'd, my lamp, and dying,
And house not meet for Thee,
Thou art so great and holy,
I am by sin undone,
I am not worthy Master, oh no,
Not worthy that Thou should'st come.
3 "Child," said the gracious Master,
With voice divinely sweet,
I only ask a welcome;
Rest, for my weary feet!
Come o'er my lowly threshold,
Dark, and defiled by sin,
Tho' all unworthy Master, oh come,
I pray Thee, come, enter in.
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #140