ABOVE THINE OWN

Above Thine own ambitions here,

Another voice is sounding clear;

It is the call of God to Thee,

‘Oh, leave Thine all and follow Me.’

Go through with God, thy vows to pay,

Thy life upon the altar lay;

The Holy Ghost will do the rest,

And bring to Thee God's very best!

The call of God, it is so clear,

But friendships call, and home is dear;

Ah, lonely was the path He trod;

Then wilt Thou not go through with God?

So soon Eternal Morn shall dawn,

How fast the night is hastening on;

So soon His lovely face to see,

How sad to empty handed be!

The price is high, severe the test,

For those who would enjoy God's best;

Surrender all, then take the road,

With those who will go through with

God