1 The Savior calleth, sinful one,
With outstretched arms to thee appeals;
And art thou cold and hard as stone,
That neither loves nor feels?
Christian, Christian, kneel and weep,
Shake away dull sense of sleep,
That o’er thy spirit steals.
2 The Son of God felt want and pain,
Before He Heaven’s throne attained,
And thou! without a fight and strain,
Think’st victory can be gained?
Christian, Christian, wrestle sore:
Narrow way and straitest door
Must never be disdained.
3 Behold Him dyed, from foot to crown,
With purple blood, with anguish-streams,
And thou wouldst drift life’s river down,
In listless summer dreams.
Christian, Christian, watch and pray
In thy brief, thy trial day,
As Christian men beseems.
4 The cross of pain is David’s key
That opes the pearly doors of light,
The upward path, a rugged way,
That leads to Heaven’s height.
Christian, Christian, ever press
Over hardships, through distress
And battle, to delight.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11177