Call them in, the poor, the wretched
Sin stained wanderers 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 jew, the gentile
Bid the stranger to the feast
Call them in, the rich, the noble
From the highest to the least
Forth the Father runs to meet them
He hath all their sorrows seen
Robe, and ring, and royal sandals
Wait the lost ones, call them in
 
Call them in the mere professors
Slumbering, sleeping, on death’s brink
Naught of life are they possessors
Yet of safety vainly think
Bring them in the careless scoffers
Pleasure seekers of the earth
Tell of God’s most precious offers
And of Jesus’ 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 them lost and lonely?
Christ is coming, call them in