Jesus Calls Us, O'er the Tumult (Rylands)


 * Jesus calls us o'er the tumult
 * Of our life's wild restless sea;
 * Day by day his clear voice soundeth,
 * Saying, "Christian, follow me."


 * So of old St. Andrew heard it
 * By the Galilean lake,
 * Turned from home, and toil, and kindred,
 * Leaving all for his dear sake.


 * Jesus calls us from the worship
 * Of the vain world's golden store,
 * From each idol that would keep us,
 * Saying, "Christian, love me more."


 * In our joys and in our sorrows,
 * Days of toil and hours of ease,
 * Still he calls, in cares and pleasures,
 * "Christian, love me more than these."


 * Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies,
 * Saviour, may we hear thy call!
 * Give our hearts to thine obedience,
 * Serve and love thee best of all.