Master’s
Calling
Oh, hearken now for blessed Master’s Calling, To
all souls who seek their home. Oh,
tarry not for night is falling ; For
God is love and He doth know His own. The
gates of heaven are surely swinging open ; Are
open now to take us in, The
age has come with light abounding ; For
with His love He’s washed away all sin. Brother,
now, shall love his younger brother; Every
race and faith and creed. All
sustaining one another ; Gone
will be all thought of hate and greed. Oh,
wonderous night with glory past our knowing ; Will
pass unsees to eyes of fesh. Oh,
Father, for you bright love’s glowing; We
in that love shall find our perfect rest, (written
in 1963 after sitting at the beloved feet of the Master in Chicago.) -
Mary ft, Garlich |