The Master’s Call (Crosby)

The Mas­ter is come

and call­eth for thee

He stands at the door of thy heart

No friend so for­giv­ing

so gen­tle as He

Oh

say

wilt thou let Him de­part?

Patiently wait­ing

ear­nest­ly plead­ing

Jesus

thy Sav­ior

knocks at thy heart

Patiently wait­ing

ear­nest­ly plead­ing

Jesus

thy Sav­ior

knocks at thy heart.

The Mas­ter has come

with bless­ings for thee

Arise

and His mes­sage re­ceive;

Thy ran­som is pur­chased

thy par­don is free

If thou wilt re­pent and be­lieve.

The Mas­ter has come

and call­eth thee now

This mo­ment what joy may be thine;

How ten­der that smile that il­lum­ines His brow

A pledge of His fa­vor di­vine.

He waits for thee still

then haste with de­light

Oh

fly to the arms of His love;

Press on to that beau­ti­ful man­sion of light

Prepared in His king­dom ab­ove.