Hear Ye Him (Thompson)

While the Shep­herd is call­ing

O lamb gone as­tray

To the shel­ter­ing fold re­turn;

Hear ye Him

and the won­der­ful sum­mons ob­ey

Nor the joy of sal­va­tion spurn!

Hear ye Him

hear ye Him

He is call­ing you

way­ward one;

Hear ye Him

hear ye Him

Christ

the Fa­ther’s be­lov­èd Son.

Hear ye Him

is the Fa­ther’s en­trea­ty di­vine

To each pil­grim who jour­neys here;

O be­lieve His sweet mes­sage

sin’s fol­ly re­sign

And ac­cept Him with love sin­cere!

He is bid­ding you now to the har­vest so white

There to ga­ther the fall­en grain;

Hear ye Him

and with reap­ers of cour­age unite

And bright sheaves for His king­dom gain.

When the tem­pest is rag­ing and dark is the night

Still the Sav­ior is kind­ly near;

Hear ye Him

as He mur­murs

Fear not

I’m the light

And to safe­ty your bark will steer.