1. Far above earth’s tumult, The call of love we hear, Shall its gentle pleading Fall on a heedless ear?
O hear the call of love, O hear the call of love. The call of love is to mercy and pardon and peace, The call of love is to service that never shall cease, Till we shall enter that land of promise where true joys abound, Then onward press, my comrades, we are gaining, we are gaining ground.
2. Not from far off country, Or land across the sea, Comes with earnest pleading The call of love to me.
O hear the call of love, O hear the call of love. The call of love is to mercy and pardon and peace, The call of love is to service that never shall cease, Till we shall enter that land of promise where true joys abound, Then onward press, my comrades, we are gaining, we are gaining ground.
3. He who is my neighbor, And needs a cheering word, In his faintest whisper The call of love is heard.
O hear the call of love, O hear the call of love. The call of love is to mercy and pardon and peace, The call of love is to service that never shall cease, Till we shall enter that land of promise where true joys abound, Then onward press, my comrades, we are gaining, we are gaining ground.