The Savior Calleth

The Sav­ior call­eth

sin­ful one

With out­stretched arms to thee ap­peals;

And art thou cold and hard as stone

That nei­ther loves nor feels?

Christian

Christ­ian

kneel and weep

Shake away dull sense of sleep

That o’er thy spir­it steals.

The Son of God felt want and pain

Before He Heav­en’s throne at­tained

And thou! with­out a fight and strain

Think’st vic­to­ry can be gained?

Christian

Christ­ian

wres­tle sore:

Narrow way and strait­est door

Must nev­er be dis­dained.

Behold Him dyed

from foot to crown

With pur­ple blood

with ang­uish-streams

And thou wouldst drift life’s riv­er down

In list­less sum­mer dreams.

Christian

Christ­ian

watch and pray

In thy brief

thy tri­al day

As Christ­ian men be­seems.

The cross of pain is Da­vid’s key

That opes the pear­ly doors of light

The up­ward path

a rug­ged way

That leads to Heav­en’s height.

Christian

Christ­ian

ev­er press

Over hard­ships

through dis­tress

And bat­tle

to de­light.