He Calls for You

When the shadows fall and the shep­herds call

And the flocks are in the fold;

Then the Shep­herd true looks and longs for you

Still away in the gloom and cold.

And He calls for you

still He calls for you

O He calls for you to­day;

There are nine­ty nine in the fold di­vine

But He longs for the one astray.

Lo

the gales arise

and the storm swept skies

Are as wild and as black as doom;

But a door ajar

like a sin­gle star

Can be seen op’n­ing thro’ the gloom.

O

the Shep­herd true

in the rain or dew

Still is call­ing for His own;

Will you nev­er heed? Will you die in­deed

Tho’ the straight way of life is known?