Tenderly calleth the Savior,
Calling your heart to incline;
Lovingly, pleadingly calling,
Come, lost one, now be Mine.
Now I am trusting in Jesus,
Safely in Him to abide;
Knowing His grace is sufficient,
Trusting whatever betide.
Pathways with clouds may be covered,
Purpose and work be unseen;
Steps will be brightly illumined,
Firm on His love if we lean.
Warm in the heart burns the Spirit,
Happiness heav’nly, divine;
Toil grows so light in Thy blessing,
Service so precious is Thine.
Jesus His yoke doth make easy,
Charming us sweetly to toil;
Giving us strength in our labor,
Sowing in every soil.
Time for our labor is shortening;
Harvest-day soon we’ll behold;
Moments of weariness ending,
Treasures and sheaves to unfold.