Tenderly calleth the Savior
Calling your heart to incline;
Lovingly
pleadingly calling
Come
lost one
now be Mine.
Now I am trusting in Jesus
Safely in Him to abide;
Knowing His grace is sufficient
Trusting whatever betide.
Pathways with clouds may be covered
Purpose and work be unseen;
Steps will be brightly illumined
Firm on His love if we lean.
Warm in the heart burns the Spirit
Happiness heav’nly
divine;
Toil grows so light in Thy blessing
Service so precious is Thine.
Jesus His yoke doth make easy
Charming us sweetly to toil;
Giving us strength in our labor
Sowing in every soil.
Time for our labor is shortening;
Harvest-day soon we’ll behold;
Moments of weariness ending
Treasures and sheaves to unfold.
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