Christians attend the call

1 Christians attend the call,
My voice obey;
Although your gift is small,
No more delay:
The Father, Spirit, Word,
Will each his help afford,
Press on to know the Lord;
Improve your gift.

2 When we left Egypt's land,
Our souls rejoic'd:
The Father's great command,
"Obey my voice:"
Was music in our ears,
But when the cross appears,
We're fill'd with doubts and fears,
Our gift's so small.

3 This is the Lord's command,
When we begin:
Forsake both house and land,
To follow him;
Take up your cross each day,
Ever rejoice and pray,
And never more delay
To use your gift.

4 The Spirit speaks the same,
Moves on the mind;
Altho' we're deaf and lame,
And dumb and blind;
He will work in, and for,
If we can self abhor,
And follow that bright star,
Our little gift.

5 Nought can professors do,
Then why so loath,
To speak that we do know?
The spirit doth
Indite what we must say,
Whether exhort or pray,
If we walk in the way
Where duty leads.

6 Zion arise and shine,
Thy light is come;
Tis grace alone divine,
That brings us home:
Then do not one refuse,
Your talent for to use,
Lay by that old excuse,
My gift's so small.

Divine Hymns of Spiritual Songs, 1802