The Call

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WHAT powerful, mighty Voice, so near,
Calls me from earth apart—
Reaches, with tones so still, so clear,
From th' unseen world, my heart?

'Tis solemn, yet it draws with power
And sweetness yet unknown;
It speaks the language of an hour
When earth's forever gone.

It soothes, yet solemnizes all;
What yet of nature is
Lies silent, through the heavenly call;
No earthly voice like this!

'Tis His. Yes, yes; no other sound
Could move my heart like this;
The voice of Him that earlier bound
Through grace that heart to His—

In other accents now, 'tis true,
Than once my spirit woke,
To life and peace, through which it grew
Under His gracious yoke.

Blest Lord, Thou speak'st! 'Twas erst Thy
That led my heart to Thee;
That drew me to that better choice
Where grace has set me free.

Then would'st Thou that I should rejoice,
And walk by faith below;
Enough, that I had heard Thy voice,
And learned Thy love's deep woe

Thy glory, Lord. This living waste
Thenceforth no rest could give;
My path was on with earnest haste,
Lord, in Thy rest to live.

Yes, then 'twas faith—Thy word; but now
Thyself my soul draw'st nigh,
My soul with nearer thoughts to bow
Of brighter worlds on high.

And oh! how all that eye can see
To others now belongs!
The eternal home's so nigh to me—
My soul's eternal songs.

For Thou art near; Thou call'st me now
In love I long have known,
While waiting on Thy will below,
Till Thou my hopes should'st crown.

And Thou would'st have me soon with Thee;
Thou, Lord, my portion art;
Thou hast revealed Thyself to me—
Thy nature to my heart.

My happiness, O Lord, with Thee
Is long laid up in store,
For that bless'd day when Thee I'd see,
And conflict all be o'er.

Yes, love divine in Thee I know;
The Father's glories soon
Shall burst upon my ravished view—
Thyself my eternal crown!

Thou mak'st me brighter hopes to prove,
Because Thou nearer art;
With secrets of eternal love
Thou fill'st my longing heart.

How shall I leave Thee, Lord? This joy
Is from Thyself; it is
My brightest hope without alloy,
My pure, eternal bliss.

With Thee, O Lord, I all things have—
Unclouded joy divine
In Thee, who first these "all things" gave
Forever to be mine.

Yet I will wait, in labor still
In Thy blest service here;
What Thou hast given me to fulfill—
Thy will—to me is dear.

I well can wait! Thou waitest yet
The word of that dread hour,
Which shall Thy foes forever set
As footstool of Thy power.

Yet, Lord, were once Thy will fulfilled,
How better far with Thee,
With Thee, my joy, my strength, my shield,
In cloudless light to be.

O endless joy! how shall my heart
Thy riches all unfold,
Or tell the grace that gave me part
In bliss no tongue hath told?

Lord, let me wait for Thee alone;
My life be only this—
To serve Thee here on earth, unknown;
Then share Thy heavenly bliss.

Lord, be it soon! Thou know'st our heart,
In this sad world, no rest
Can find nor wish but where Thou art—
That rest itself possessed!

Soon shall we see Thee as Thou art,
O hope forever blessed!
Thou'lt call us, in our heavenly part—
The Father's house—to rest.

O rest ineffable, divine,
The rest of God above,
Where Thou forever shalt be mine;
My joy, eternal love

His counsels, all, fulfilled in Thee;
His work of love complete;
And heavenly hosts shall rest, to see
Earth blest beneath Thy feet!
“It is my meat to do the will of Him I serve; and I am glad to know it, because it is His-glad He has deigned to communicate it to me-glad to have it perfect as He gives it."—J.N.D.