"Call them in"—the poor, the wretched,
Sin-stained wanderers from the fold:
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth in gold?
"Call them in!"—the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus,
He is waiting: "Call them in!"
"Call them in!"—the Jew, the Gentile,
Bid the stranger to the feast:
"Call them in!"—the rich, the noble,
From the highest to the least.
Forth the Father runs to meet them,
He hath all their sorrows seen;
Robe and ring and royal sandals
Wait the lost ones: "Call them in!"
"Call them in!"—the brokenhearted,
Cowering neath the brand of shame;
Speak love's message low and tender,
'Twas for sinners Jesus came.
See! the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day-dawn will begin;
Can you leave them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming: "Call them in!"