169b. Behold, the Master passeth by!

1 Behold, the Master passeth by!
Oh, seest thou not His pleading eye?
With low sad voice He calleth thee,
"Leave this vain world, and follow Me."

2 O soul, bound down with harrowing care,
Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare?
From earthly toils lift up thine eye;
Behold, the Master passeth by!

3 One heard Him calling long ago,
And straightway left all things below,
Counting his earthly gain as loss
For Jesus and His blessèd cross.

4 That "follow Me" his faithful ear
Seemed every day afresh to hear;
Its echoes stirred his spirit still,
And fired his hope, and nerved his will.

5 God gently calls us every day:
Why should we then our bliss delay?
He calls to heaven and endless light:
Why should we love the dreary night?

6 Praise, Lord, to Thee, for Matthew's call,
At which he rose and left his all:
Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling me;
I will leave all, and follow Thee.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Behold, the Master passeth by!
Author: W. W. How
Meter: L.M.
Publication Date: 1894
Topic: Other Feasts and Fasts: St. Matthew; Christ's Call; Parochial Missions
Tune Information
Name: ST. LAWRENCE
Composer: L. G. Hayne
Meter: L.M.
Key: A♭ Major



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