1 Am I called? and can it be,
Has my Saviour chosen me?
Guilty, wretched as I am,
Has He named my worthless name?
Vilest of the vile am I,
Dare I raise my hope so high?
2 Am I called? I dare not stay,
May not, must not disobey;
Here, I lay me at Thy feet,
Clinging to the mercy-seat;
Thine I am and Thine alone;
Lord, with me Thy will be done.
3 Am I called? what shall I bring
As an offering to my King?
Poor, and blind, and naked, I
Trembling at Thy footstool lie;
Naught but sin I call mine own,
Nor for sin can sin atone.
4 Am I called an heir of God?
Washed, redeemed by precious blood?
Father, lead me in Thy hand,
Guide me to that better land,
Where my soul shall be at rest,
Pillowed on my Saviour's breast.
Source: The Book of Worship #310