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! Oh Come! The Master Waiteth:
Come ! The Longing Bride Doth Say
Come ! He Tarries Whilst We Linger
He Hath Borne Our Sins Away.