Callest Thou?

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.

Comest Thou thus

oh Mas­ter?

Comest Thou thus to me?

Untrimmed

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 shouldst come.

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.