Jesus calls us; o’er the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless sea,
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, Simon (personalised), follow Me.
As of old apostle’s heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for His dear sake.
Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store:
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, Simon, love Me more.
In our joys, and in our sorrows,
Days of toil, and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
Simon, love Me more than these.
Jesus calls us; by Thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear Thy call;
Give our hearts to Thy obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.
By C.F.Alexander
Hast thou heard Him, seen Him, known Him?
Is not thine a captured heart?
Chief among ten thousand own Him,
Joyful choose the better part.
Anon.
ANSWER HIM: YES LORD, HERE I AM,
WILLING AND READY TO DO YOUR WILL.
