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"He Calleth Thee"

by A. S. Ormsby

"And Jesus stood still, and commanded him to be called.  And they called the blind man, saying unto him,
Be of good comfort, rise; He calleth thee."— Mark x. 49.

 THEY spake to him of old, who sat
 In blindness by the way,
Of Christ the Lord, who drawing near
Could turn his night to day;
But still he lingered trembling there,
Till o'er that living sea
The words of welcome reached his ear,
"Arise, He calleth thee!"

 And still those words from Heaven fall
On every sinner's ear;
And still the Lord delights to bid
The trembling soul draw near!
The old, the young, the rich, the poor,
He calls from wrath to flee,
And from the death-like sleep of sin;
"Arise, He calleth thee!"

 He saw thee when, "a great way off,"
Thou hadst no thought of Him;
The door of grace He open throw,
And sought to bring thee in.
As a child within its father's home,
As happy and as free;
He longs to have you with Himself—
"Arise, He calleth thee!"

 From all the joys this world affords
Which perish in a day,
The gilded snares which Satan spreads
To lead your steps astray;
From sin, from guilt, however great,
From want, from misery,
From all the sorrows of this life—
"Arise, He calleth thee!"

 From the want which urges on your feet
In sin's dark path to roam,
To the feast His hand of love has spread,
And the endless joys of home;
From the memory of your by-past life,
However dark it be,
To a place with Him in glory bright—
"Arise, He calleth thee!"

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