1 An early summons Jesus sends,
To call a child above,
Yet whispers to the weeping friends,
'Tis all the fruit of love.
2 To save your darling child from woe,
And sin-alluring charms,
From all the griefs you feel below,
I take it to my arms.
3 Then do not rashly with me strive,
Nor vainly fast nor weep;
The child, though dead, is still alive,
Its body does but sleep.
4 'Tis where the pure in heart see God,
It feels no sorrow there;
'Tis by a heavenly parent fed,
And needs no more your care.
5 I loaned it for a little space;
While mortal it was thine;
Then took it to my fond embrace;
It lives for ever mine.
6 Now seek the Lord with all your heart,
And know your sins forgiven;
Then you shall meet, and never part,
With those you love in heaven.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #898
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