Come to Jesus, ye who wander
Far from hope, and peace, and rest;
Scorned, neglected, and forsaken,
Sorrowful, and sore distrest.
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
Hark! the Spirit whispers, “Come! "
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
Hark! the Spirit whispers, “Come! "
Come to Jesus! He hath loved you
With a deep, abounding love;
And His heart of tenderest pity
Needs no sacrifice to move.
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
Hark! the Spirit whispers, “Come! "
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
Hark! the Spirit whispers, “Come! "
Come! oh come! the Master waiteth:
“Come! “the longing Bride doth say:
“Come! “He tarries whilst we linger:
He hath borne our sins away.
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
Hark! the Spirit whispers, “Come! "
Come to Jesus! Come to Jesus!
Hark! the Spirit whispers, “Come! "