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THE MASTER'S CALL

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International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Feb 4, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 5.

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THE MASTER'S CALL.

WHEN, passing southward, I may cross the line Between the Arctic and Atlantic Oceans, I may not tell, by any test of mine, By any startling signs or strange commotions Across my track; But if the days grow sweeter, one by one, And e'en the icebergs melt their hardened faces, And sailors linger, basking in the sun, I know I must have made the change of places Some distance back.
When, answering timidly the Master's call, I passed the bourne of life in coming to him; When in my love for him I gave up all— The very moment when I thought I knew him, I cannot tell; But, as unceasingly I feel his love— As this cold heart is melted to o'erflowing— And now so dear the light comes from above, I wonder at the change—and move on, knowing That all is well.
—Great Thoughts.