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The Call. 349
If thou art poor, (and poor thou art,; Lo ! He has riches to impart ; Not wealth, in which mean av'rice rolls ; O better far ! the wealth of souls !
Thou'rt blind ; He'll take the scales away> And let in everlasting day : Naked thou art; but He shall dress Thy blushing soul in Righteousness.
Art thou a weeper ? Grief shall fly ; For who can weep with Jesus by ? No terror shall thy hopes annoy; No tear, except the tear of joy.
Admit Him, for the human breast Ne'er entertain'd so kind a Guest: Admit Him, for you can't expel; Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell.
Admit Him, ere His anger burn; His feet, departed, ne'er return ! Admit Him ; or the hour's at hand, When at His door denied you'll stand.
Yet know, (nor of the terms complain,) If Jesus comes, He comes to reign ; To reign, and with no partial sway ; Thoughts must be slain, that disobey!
Sovereign of souls ! Thou Prince of Peace ! O may Thy gentle reign increase ! Throw wide the door, each willing mind ! And be His empire all mankind !
Joseph Grigg. 1765.