I have called thee to the fountain,
Where the crimson waves o'erflow;
Plunged beneath its cleansing waters,
Pure thy soul as sparkling snow.
I have called thee to the vineyard,
Where the ripened harvest waves;
Patient toil in early morning,
Thou at eve shalt bind the sheaves.
I have called thee to the banquet,
Love divine hath freely given;
Wrought for thee a wedding garment,
For the marriage feast in heaven.
CHORUS
I have called thee, yes, I've called thee,
Called thee from thy sin and woe:
I have called thee, yes, I've called thee,
Come, I'll wash thee white as snow.
