Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult <br />of our life's wild, restless sea, <br />day by day his clear voice soundeth, <br />saying, 'Christian, follow me;' <br /> <br />as, of old, Saint Andrew heart it <br />by the Galilean lake, <br />turned from home and toil and kindred, <br />leaving all for his dear sake. <br /> <br />Jesus calls us from the worship <br />of the vain world's golden store; <br />from each idol that would keep us, <br />saying, 'Christian, love me more.' <br /> <br />In our joys and in our sorrows, <br />days of toil and hours of ease, <br />still he calls, in cares and pleasures, <br />'Christian, love me more than these.' <br /> <br />Jesus calls us! By thy mercies, <br />Savior, may we hear thy call, <br />give our hearts to thine obedience, <br />serve and love thee best of all.<br /><br />Cecil Frances Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jesus-calls-us/
