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 ;
Whatever 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.