Call Them In

Call them in—the poor

the wretch­ed

Sin-stained wan­d’rers from the fold;

Peace and par­don free­ly of­fer;

Can you weigh their worth with gold?

Call them in—the weak

the wea­ry

Laden with the doom of sin;

Bid them come and rest in Je­sus;

He is wait­ing—Call them in.

Call them in—the Jew

the Gen­tile;

Bid the strang­er to the feast;

Call them in—the rich

the no­ble

From the high­est to the least:

Forth the Fa­ther runs to meet them

He hath all their sor­rows seen;

Robe

and ring

and roy­al san­dals

Wait the lost ones—Call them in.

Call them in—the mere pro­fess­ors

Slumbering

sleep­ing

on death’s brink;

Naught of life are they pos­sess­ors

Yet of safe­ty vain­ly think;

Bring them in—the care­less scof­fers

Pleasure seek­ers of the earth:

Tell of God’s most pre­cious of­fers

And of Je­sus’ price­less worth.

Call them in—the brok­en-heart­ed

Cowering ’neath the brand of shame;

Speak Love’s mes­sage low and ten­der

’Twas for sin­ners Je­sus came:

See

the sha­dows length­en round us

Soon the day-dawn will be­gin;

Can you leave them lost and lone­ly?

Christ is com­ing—Call them in.