Master Is Come { The Master Is Come THE MASTER IS COME-James M. Black The Master Is Come } "The master is come," Open itent one, He brings thee forgiveness and love; The cup that he drain'd thy pardon has won- They title to mansions above. "The master is come," O laborer know The seed thou art sowing in tears, Thro' sunshine and storm shall blossom and grow To ripen in heaven's bright years. "The master is come," O pilgrim whose way Has lain in the shadow so long, Thy path will lead home to portals of day- to joy and redemptionss glad song. "The master is come," O mourner rejoice, He robs even death if its sting; Thy lov'd shall awake at sound of His voice To dwell ever-more with the King. Chorus "The master is come and calleth for thee," O soul heavy laden, oppressed, He calleth for thee, He calleth for thee, Draw near unto him and find rest.