Come, for the feast is spread;
Hark to the call!
Come to the Living Bread,
Broken for all;
Come to His “house of wine,"
Low on His breast recline;
All that He hath is thine;
Come, sinner, come.
Come where the fountain flows-
River of life —
Healing for all thy woes,
Doubting, and strife;
Millions have been supplied,
No one was e'er denied;
Come to the crimson tide,
Come, sinner, come.
Come to the throne of grace,
Boldly draw near;
He who would win the race
Must tarry here;
Whate'er thy want may be
Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus thy only plea:
Come, Christian, come.
Come to the Better Land,
Pilgrim, make haste!
Earth is a foreign strand —
Wilderness waste!
Here are the harps of gold,
Here are the joys untold —
Crowns for the young and old:
Come, pilgrim, come.
Jesus, we come to Thee,
Oh, take us in!
Set Thou our spirits free;
Cleanse us from sin!
Then, in yon land of light,
Clothed in our robes of white,
Resting not day nor night,
Thee will we sing.