All Thy people back, O Lord,
As in the early days,
When love was warm and fresh and bright,
When first we knew Thy grace,
When first Thy light broke through our night
And set our hearts ablaze.
Lord, call us back.

Call Thy people back, O Lord,
To that simplicity
Which marked Thy servants long ago;
Our yearning hearts would be
Full satisfied with Thee, although
The world against us be.
Lord, call us back.

From the many paths unmeet
Our wayward feet have trod,
From foolish words, and wilful ways,
Yea, turn us back, O God,
Afresh to taste Thy love and grace,
Else Thou must use Thy rod.
Lord, turn us back.

Call Thy loved ones back, O Lord,
From toilsome paths and steep;
From bearing burdens all Thine own,
Which only make us weep,
The while we moan, and toil alone,
And only sorrow reap.
Lord, call us back.

Call us back from hearts cast down,
And oh, afresh inspire
Our souls to seek Thee more and more;
To burn with deep desire,
Till hearts overflow, and faces glow
With holy, ardent fire.
Lord, call us back.

Call us back to those sweet days,
When hearts were knit as one,
When prayer was as the breath of life;
Ere we were so undone,
Ere souls were rife with endless strife;
For Jesus' sake, Thy Son, Lord, call us back.

Broken is the remnant, Lord,
And difficult the day;
What shame and sorrow cover us,
Our tears oft dim the way;
The tide runs high, Thy coming's nigh,
Our hearts are loath to stay.
Lord, take us home.

H. McD.