O bro­ther, the Sav­ior is call­ing for thee,
Long, long has He called thee in vain;
He called thee when joy lent its crown to thy days,
He called thee in sor­row and pain.

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O turn, while the Sav­ior in mer­cy is wait­ing,
And steer for the har­bor light;
For how do you know but your soul may be drift­ing
Over the dead-line to­night?

O bro­ther, thine ears have been deaf to His voice,
Thine eyes to His glo­ry been dim;
The calls of thy Sav­ior have so wea­ried thee,
O what if they should wea­ry Him?

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O bro­ther, the Spir­it is striv­ing with thee;
What if He should strive ne­ver more,
But leave thee alone, in thy dark­ness to dwell,
In sight of the heav­en­ly shore?

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O brother, God’s pa­tience may wea­ry some day,
And leave thy sad soul in the blast;
By will­ful re­sist­ance you’ve drift­ed away,
Over the dead-line at last.

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