When As Of Old In Her Sadness


When, as of old, in her sadness,
Mary sat weeping alone,
Softly the voice of her sister
Whispered, “The Master has come.”
So, in the depths of thy sorrow,
Gall tho’ its fountain may be,
List, for there comes a whisper,
Jesus is calling for thee.

Chorus:
Calling, calling,
Jesus is calling for thee.
Calling, calling,
Jesus is calling for thee.

Oh, when thy pleasures are flowing,
Fading thy hope and thy trust,
When of the dearest earth treasures
Dust shall return unto dust:
Then, tho’ the world may invite thee,
Vain will its offering be,
List, for there cometh a whisper,
Jesus is calling for thee. [Chorus]

Down by the shore of death’s river,
Some time thy footsteps shall stray,
Where waits an angel to bear thee
Over to infinite day.
What then tho’ dark be his shadow,
If then his coming thou see,
Cometh there softly a whisper
Jesus is calling for thee. [Chorus]