Many called, but few are chosen; Brother, are you of that few? Are your words, your thoughts and actions Pure and holy through and through? Yes, my soul is filled with glory, And the burning love of God; Oh, I love to tell the story Of the all-atoning blood.
Have you found the oil of gladness, And received the Holy Ghost? Do you pray and weep with Jesus, When you see that souls are lost? Yes, I’ve found a precious kingdom, Joy and peace in righteousness, And I love to talk of Jesus And His perfect holiness.
When you’re passing through the waters Of affliction sore and great, Do you count it joy, my brother? Is your trust in God complete? Yes, all glory be to Jesus! I can say, His will be done, For I know that He is with me, And I am not left alone.
Many called, but few are chosen, This the Lord has plainly told; And we see it all around us, As the world we do behold. O thou God of love and mercy, Send the light to every land; Help the few that now are standing, Keep us saved until the end.
