Our Heavenly Father Calls

Our hea­v’nly Fa­ther calls

And Christ in­vites us near;

With both our friend­ship shall be sweet

And our com­mun­ion dear.

God pi­ties all my griefs;

He par­dons ev­ery day;

Almighty to pro­tect my soul

And wise to guide my way.

How large His boun­ties are!

What var­ious stores of good

Diffused from my Re­deem­er’s hand

And pur­chased with His blood!

Jesus

my liv­ing head

I bless Thy faith­ful care;

Mine ad­vo­cate be­fore the throne

And my fore­run­ner there.

Here fix

my rov­ing heart

Here wait

my warm­est love

Till the com­mun­ion be com­plete

In nob­ler scenes ab­ove.