THE HEAVENLY CALL by Lucy Larcom

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 23, 1896

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 22, No. 17.

THE HEAVENLY CALL.

By Lucy Larcom

What shall I do, my Lord, my God, To make my life worth more to thee? Within my heart, the earth abroad, Deep voices stir and summon me.

Through strange confusion of the time, I hear thy beckoning call resound; There is a pathway more sublime Than yet my laggard feet have found.

My coward heart, my laggard feet, They hold me in bewildering gloom; Come thou my stumbling steps to meet, And lift me into larger room.

The dearest voice may lead astray; Speak thou: thy word my guide shall be— O, not from life and man away, But through them, with them, up to thee!

It is not much these hands can do; Keep thou my spirit close to thine, Till every thought thy love throbs through, And all my words breathe truth divine.

With souls that seek thy pure abode, Let my unfaltering soul aspire, Make me a radiance on the road— A bearer of thy sacred fire.

—Lucy Larcom.