The Master’s Call 496b

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The Master’s Call 496b

Tune: Eld. Colonel Gipson Keith, 1905
Meter: Long Meter (8,8,8,8)

My Master calls, and I must go,
To warn poor sinners here below;
His cause is great, I can't forebear,
To them His word of truth declare.

Tho' heat and cold I often went
To call poor sinners to repent;
My wife and children left alone,
For them I often weep and mourn.

But then my Master speaks to cheer,
And says, poor servant, never fear:
Your loved ones I will always keep,
And where I am there you shall meet.

This hope inspires my weary soul,
Tis more to me than Ophir's gold;
I would not from it e'er depart,\
To comfort and console my heart,

Tis not for money, nor for fame,
I go to preach in Jesus name,
My life and all I freely give,
That I may with my Master live.

My Lord did more than this for me
Upon the cross of Calvary;
In sweat and tears was crucified,
And thus for me my Master died.

And since my Saviour died for me,
Should I to Him unfaithful be?
No, while He gives me strength to go,
I'll warn poor sinners here below.

Poor guilty sinners, fare you well,
I'm going home with Christ to dwell,
No more to sigh, or shed a tear,
No more to suffer pain or fear.