“Call them in” the poor, the wretched,
Sin stain’d wand’rers from the fold;
Peace and pardon freely offer;
Can you weigh their worth with gold?
“Call them in” the weak, the weary,
Laden with the doom of sin;
Bid them come and rest in Jesus;
He is waiting “call them in.”

“Call them in” the mere professors,
Slumb’ring, sleeping, on death’s brink;
Not of life are thy possessors,
Yet of safety vainly think:
Bring them in the careless scoffers,
Pleasure seekers of the earth:
Tell of God’s most gracious offers,
And of Jesu’s priceless worth.

“Call them in” the broken hearted,
Cowering ‘neath the brand of shame;
Speak Love’s message low and tender,
‘Twas for sinners Jesus came;
See, the shadows lengthen round us,
Soon the day dawn will begin;
Can you leave then, lost and lonely?
Christ is coming “Call them in.”