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The Call of the Saviour

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jul 18, 1912

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 89, No. 29.

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The Call of the Saviour

Poor, erring one, whose feet have long been straying, Thy deep unrest has kept thee far from Me; Wilt thou not come, My earnest call obeying? For in My heart there is a place for thee. When others tired, because of thy unheeding; When harsh grew hearts that once were as thine own, My love for thee was still for thy love pleading; Thou hadst one friend — that Friend was I alone!
The world is cold, its love false show and glitter; Its flowers have thorns that pierce the tending hand; Its fruit looks fair, but foul is it, and bitter; Its safest spot a trap of quick'ning sand. O, leave it all, its pomp, and fleeting pleasure! Come unto Me, and learn of love divine; Within My heart there is unstinted treasure, Which has been, is, and ever shall be thine! — Selected.