“Come!” ’tis Jesus gently calling,
“Ye with care and toil oppress’d,
With your guilt, howe’er appalling
Come, and I will give you rest!”
For your sin He once has suffer’d,
On the cross the work was done,
And the word by God now utter’d
To each weary soul is “Come!”

“Come!” the “Father’s house” stands open,
With its love, and light, and song;
And returning to the Father,
All to you may now belong!
From sin’s distant land of famine,
Toiling ‘neath the midday sun,
To a Father’s house of plenty
And a Father’s welcome “Come.”

“Come!” for night is gath’ring quickly
O’er this world’s fast fleeting day;
If you linger till the darkness,
You will surely miss your way.
Now still waiting, sadly waiting,
Till the day its course shall run,
With His patience unabating,
Jesus lingers for you “Come!”