O Wandering Souls, Why Will You Roam
Away From God, Away From Home ?
The Saviour Calls, Oh, Hear Him Say
“ Whoever Will May Come To-Day !

Whoever Will ! Whoever Will !
Whoever Will May Come To-Day
Whoever Will May Come To-Day,
And Drink Of The Water Of Life.

Behold His Hands Extended Now,
The Dews Of Night Are On His Brow ;
He Knocks, He Calls, He Waiteth Still
Oh, Come To Him, Whoever Will !

In Simple Faith His Word Believe,
And His Abundant Grace Receive ;
No Love Like His The Heart Can Fill ;
Oh, Come To Him, Whoever Will !

The Spirit And The Bride Say, Come !
And Find In Him Sweet Rest, And Home ;
Let Him That Heareth Echo Still
The Blessed Whosoever Will !