GOD CALLING YET.
|Unto you, O men, I call; and my voice is to the sons of man.| -- Prov.8:4.
|Gott rufet noch!|
transl., Sarah Findlater, 1855
God calling yet! -- and shall I never hearken,
But still earth's witcheries my spirit darken?
This passing life, these passing joys, all flying,
And still my soul in dreamy slumbers lying!
God calling yet! -- and I not yet arising,
So long His loving, faithful voice despising;
So falsely His unwearied care repaying?
He calls me still, and still I am delaying.
God calling yet! -- loud at my door is knocking,
And I my heart, my ear, still firmer locking:
He still is ready, willing to receive me,
Is waiting now, but ah! He soon may leave me.
God calling yet! -- and I no answer giving;
I dread His yoke, and am in bondage living;
Too long I linger, but not yet forsaken,
He calls me still. O my poor heart, awaken!
Ah! yield Hima all -- all to His care confiding:
Where but with Him, are rest and peace abiding?
Unloose, unloose, break earthly bonds asunder,
And let this spirit rise in soaring wonder.
God calling yet! I can no longer tarry,
Nor to my God a heart divided carry;
Now, vain and giddy world, your spells are broken --
Sweeter than all, the voice of God has spoken!