Hymn 148
Our heavenly Father calls
Baba wa ọrun npè
- Our heavenly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near;
With both our friendship shall be sweet,
And our communion dear. - God pities all my griefs;
He pardons every day;
Almighty to protect my soul,
And wise to guide my way. - How large His bounties are!
What various stores of good,
Diffused from my Redeemer’s hand,
And purchased with His blood! - Jesus, my living Head,
I bless Thy faithful care;
Mine Advocate before the throne,
And my Forerunner there. - Here fix, my roving heart,
Here wait, my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.