Above thine own ambitions here
Another Voice is sounding clear;
It is The Call Of God to thee:
O leave thy all, and follow Me!
Go thro’ with God, thy vows to pay,
Thy life upon the altar lay;
The Holy Ghost will do the rest,
And bring to thee God’s very best!
The Call Of God, it is so clear,
But friendships call, and home is dear;
Ah, lonely was the path He trod,
Then wilt thou not go on with God?
So soon eternal morn shall dawn,
How fast the night is hast’ning on;
So soon His lovely Face to see,
How sad to empty-handed be!
The price is high, severe the test
For those who would enjoy God’s best;
Surrender all, then take the road
With those who will go thro’ with God.