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All ye who seek a rest above,
oh, hear ye not your Savior's call?
A call of peace, a call of love,
the best and truest call of all:
"Ye heavy laden, come partake:
my Body's broken for your sake."
Doubt not! it is your Savior's voice,
of him who wills that all should live;
doubt not! the heavens and earth rejoice
that God his own dear Son should give,
the ransomed sinner's sinless price,
the Lamb, a spotless sacrifice.
It is our Savior calling now,
the same who died upon the tree
who, ere he filled the cup of woe,
in mercy said, 'Remember me;'
again he calls, 'in faith partake;
my body's broken for your sake.'
A dying brother's parting word
the hardest heart can scarce deny:
deny not then our dying Lord,
nor pass his holy table by;
but listen to him pleading, 'Come,'
he waits to call the wanderer home.