Jane Borthwick (trans.) · 48 of 79

God calling yet!--and shall I never hearken

"Unto you, O men, I call; and my voice is to the sons of man."--Prov. 8:4.

"Gott rufet noch!"

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!