This is Anne’s anthem, written for her parents, arranged by her son Ben Atkins, sung and played by dozens of different musicians all in their own homes because of Coronavirus Covid 19 and dubbed together by Ben.
He’ll Soon Come to Call Me
For my mother and father, Mary and David, early 2020.
To the traditional folk tune of The Braes o’ Balquhither. Arranged by Ben Atkins.
(Song of Songs 2; Psalm 23; Revelation 21)
I can hear my loved one singing.
Through the hills his voice is ringing.
Like a deer from clifftop springing,
Surely soon his message bringing.
Will you come, my dear one, come?
Chorus:
And he’ll soon come to call me.
By still waters he’ll enthral me.
At his table, he’ll instal me.
He’ll be here: soon be here.
Leaping wild across the mountain,
By the sparkling crystal fountain,
Till he stands beyond my wall,
Where I hear his soft voice call:
I am come, my dearest, come.
Chorus:
And he’ll soon come to call me.
By still waters he’ll enthral me.
At his table, he’ll instal me.
He’ll be here: soon be here.
For the snows have all been melting,
And the rain has ceased its pelting,
Glades with flowers and birds are filling
And the turtle dove is trilling.
Spring is come, my darling, come!
Chorus:
And he’ll soon come to call me.
By still waters he’ll enthral me.
At his table, he’ll instal me.
He’ll be here: soon be here.
He will wipe all tears away.
He will shine as bright as day.
He will make creation new.
For His words are sure and true.
He is come! My Lord has come.
Chorus:
For he’s now come and called me.
By still waters he’s enthralled me.
At his table, he’s installed me.
I am gone: with Him, I’m gone.