Behold, the Master Passeth By!

Verse 1

Behold, the Master passeth by! Oh, seest thou not His pleading eye? With low sad voice He calleth thee, "Leave this vain world, and follow Me."

Verse 2

O soul, bound down with harrowing care, Hast thou no thought for heaven to spare? From earthly toils lift up thine eye; Behold, the Master passeth by!

Verse 3

One heard Him calling long ago, And straightway left all things below, Counting his earthly gain as loss For Jesus and His blessèd cross.

Verse 4

That "follow Me" his faithful ear Seemed every day afresh to hear; Its echoes stirred his spirit still, And fired his hope, and nerved his will.

Verse 5

God gently calls us every day: Why should we then our bliss delay? He calls to heaven and endless light: Why should we love the dreary night?

Verse 6

Praise, Lord, to Thee, for Matthew's call, At which he rose and left his all: Thou, Lord, e'en now art calling me; I will leave all, and follow Thee.

Verse 7

Amen.