The Call Of Love

For above earth's tumult
The call of love we hear
Shall its gentle pleading
Fall on a heedless ear?

O hear the call of love,
O hear the call of love.
The call of love is to mercy
And pardon, and peace,
The call of love is to service
That never shall cease,
Till we shall enter
That land of promise
Where true joys abound,
Then onward press, my comrads
We are gaining
We are gaining ground.

Not from far off country
Or land accross the sea,
Comes with earnest pleading
The call of love to me.

He who is my neighbor,
And needs a cheering word,
In his faintest whisper
That call of love is heard.

C. Austin Miles

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