Father, Thou Art Calling

Father

Thou art call­ing

Calling to us plain­ly;

To the spir­it comes Thy

Loving mes­sage ev­er­more;

Holy One

up­lift us

Nor for­ev­er vain­ly

Stand call­ing us

And wait­ing at the door.

In the whirl­ing tem­pest

And the storm Thou liv­est

In the rain

and in the sweet­ness

Of the af­ter­glow;

Summer’s gold­en boun­ty

Winter’s snow

Thou giv­est

And bloom­ing mea­dows

Where sweet wa­ters flow.

Clearer still and dear­er

Is Thy voice ap­peal­ing

Deep with­in the spir­it’s

Secret be­ing speak­ing low:

Enter

O our Fa­ther!

Truth and life re­veal­ing;

From ev­ery ev­il

Free us as we go.

In Thee liv­ing

mov­ing

Unto Thee up­rear­ing

All the hope and joy­ful­ness

And trust that fill the soul

Father

we ad­ore Thee

Asking naught nor fear­ing;

We can­not wan­der

From Thy dear con­trol.