Poems (Katz)/The call
THE CALL
The Truth which cometh down from heaven to heal Was by a woman hidden in three measures of meal. Till now the lump is rising high To meet the Lord and His Christ in the sky. And Jerusalem which is the Mother of us all Is sending forth the mighty call, "Come up hither," Where Truth and Love unite In a vesture pure and white.
Come ye wedding guest To your blessed Saviour's rest And out from that high and holy habitation Shall flow the world's salvation.