(Gen. 24:58)
"Wilt thou go with this Man?" Dear unsaved one, on thee
Is the question most tenderly pressed,
Wilt thou cease thy vain search for true happiness here,
And take, in exchange for it—rest?
It is rest that He offers—a home, and a crown,
Bought for thee at a price—His own life's blood poured down.
"Wilt thou go with this Man?" Shall His beauty and love
Win thy heart from the shadows below?
Shall the light of that smile which brings life to the dead
Set God's pardoning seal on thy brow?
Wilt thou go with this blest One? He waits thy reply,
He is longing to save thee—oh, why wilt thou die?
"Wilt thou go with this Man?" Say, who is it that woos
Thee to fly for thy rest to His arms?
`Tis the glorious Savior—Oh, canst thou refuse
His sweet love, though no danger alarms?
Soul, despise not, reject not so precious a gift,
Lest His jealousy burn, and destruction be swift.
"Wilt thou go with this Man?" 'Tis thyself that He seeks,
'Tis thyself that He yearneth to save,
As much as if thou in thy weakness and sin
Wert alone Satan's captive and slave.
He saw thee, He loved thee, He came where thou art;
And now, when He calls, canst thou bid Him depart?