1 Jesus calls us; over the tumult
Of our life’s wild, restless sea,
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, "Christian, follow Me."
2 As of old Saint Andrew heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for his dear sake.
3 Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world’s golden store,
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, "Christian, love Me more."
4 In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
"Christian, love Me more than these."
5 Jesus calls us; By Thy mercies,
Savior, make us hear Thy call;
Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.
|First Line:||Jesus calls us, o'er the tumult|
|Title:||Jesus Calls Us; o'er the Tumult|
|Author:||Cecil F. Alexander (1852)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: St. Andrew|
|Source:||"Psalmodia Sacra," Gotha, 1715|
|COME, THOU LONG-EXPECTED JESUS (Presbyterian Hymnal 1)|
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