Calling, calling, did you hear?
Come my children, far and near.
To the wedding of the Bride:
My fatlings are killed, and all things are ready; the wine is mixed - Uncle Eddie!
I am purging my floor; gathering wheat in my garner;
My invitations are out: Bring your joy, and your laughter!
Calling, calling, gather near; listen children; Father\'s hear.
Listening to His Son: the One Who is, and is to come.
For the glory which is given Him:
Come to Papa, flee from sin.