1. I will seek to be a blessing, To some heart by grief bowed down, Take to that one some kind greeting, To dispel the world’s dark frown. For the joys of life are fleeting, But the joys of heav’n shall last, And the heart with sorrow beating, Views with hope the grief that’s past.
Call me, call me, where I may be of service, Lord, Here or yonder, Only that thy hand I see; Call me, call me, Thine be the glory evermore, I’m content to do thy will, whatsoe’er it be.
2. Oh! the joy a kind word carries, If in love alone ’tis giv’n, By the comfort in its message, Many hearts are led to heav’n. I would be a burden bearer, Sharing other’s grief and pain, I would speak some word of comfort, To bring a smile again.
Call me, call me, where I may be of service, Lord, Here or yonder, Only that thy hand I see; Call me, call me, Thine be the glory evermore, I’m content to do thy will, whatsoe’er it be.