Jesus calls us in the tumult
Of our life's wild restless sea;
Day by day his sweet voice soundeth,
Saying: Christian, follow me.

As of old, Apostles heard it
By the Galilèan lake
Turneed from home and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for his dear sake.

Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world's golden shore,
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,
That we love him more that these

Jesus calls us. By thy mercies,
Saviour, make us hear thy call;
Give our hearts to thine obedience,
Serve and love thee best of all.