He Called Me Out
A poem by Harry Bell (1905-1976)
He called me out, the man with garments dyed,
I knew his form – my Lord, the crucified,
He showed Himself and oh, I could not stay,
I had to follow Him, had to obey.
It cast me out – this world when it had found,
That I within my rebel heart had crowned
The man it had rejected, spurned and slain,
Whom God in wondrous grace has raised to reign.
And so we are without the camp, my Lord and I,
But oh! His presence sweeter is than any earthly tie,
Which once I counted greater than his claim,
I’m out! not only from the world, but to His name.