Hark! the voice of Jesus calling

“Come, ye laden, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer,
Rest, thou lab’ring one, for thee:
Take salvation, take salvation
Take it now, and happy be.”

Yes; though high in heav’nly glory,
Still the Saviour calls to thee:
Faith can hear His gracious accents
“Come, ye laden, come to Me;
Take salvation, take salvation
Take it now, and happy be.”

Soon that voice will cease its calling;
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee:
Sinner, heed the gracious message
To the blood for refuge flee:
“Take salvation, take salvation
Take it now, and happy be.”

Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there ’tis offered thee
Offered without price or money,
‘Tis the gift of God sent free.
“Take salvation, take salvation
Take it now, and happy be.”

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you
Full of pity, love and pow’r;
He is able, He is able,
He is willing doubt no more.

Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you, this He gives you;
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the righteous;
Sinners, Jesus came to call.

Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him
Hear Him cry before He dies,
“It is finished! it is finished!”
Sinner, will not this suffice?

Lo! Incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merits of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.

Go, and search the tomb of Jesus,
Where the Lord of glory lay;
Jesus is not there, but risen,
And has borne our sins away.
It is finished! it is finished!
Captive led, captivity!

Could not all our sins retain Him,
Prisoned in the guarded cave?
These He blotted out in dying,
By His cross He spoiled the grave:
Lo! He’s risen! lo! He’s risen!
Yes, the Lord is risen indeed!

Sweet the blessed name of Father:
Sweet and blest the thought to me,
Nought from Thee my soul shall sever-
Loved of God ineffably,
Abba’s smile of grace forever
My unending ecstasy!
Abba’s smile of grace forever
My unending ecstasy!

Sweet the blessed name of Father:
Sweet and blest the thought to me,
Thou shalt bear me as a jewel
On Thy heart unceasingly,
Purchase of the cross so cruel,
Trophy of Christ’s agony!
Purchase of the cross so cruel,
Trophy of Christ’s agony!

Sweet the blessed name of Father:
Sweet and blest the thought to me,
Thou shalt plant me in Thy bosom,
Abba’s love my sunshine be:
There my soul shall ever blossom,
Yielding praise eternally!
There my soul shall ever blossom,
Yielding praise eternally!

Saviour, like a shepherd lead us,
Much we need Thy tender care!
In Thy pleasant pastures feed us;
For Thy fold our souls prepare:
Blessed Jesus! blessed Jesus!
Thou hast bought us-Thine we are.

Thou hast promised to receive us
Poor and sinful though we be;
Thou hast mercy to relieve us,
Grace to cleanse, and power to free:
Blessed Jesus! blessed Jesus!
Early may we turn to Thee!

Early may we seek Thy favor,
Early may we learn Thy will;
Do Thou, Lord, our only Saviour,
With Thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus! blessed Jesus!
Thou hast loved- dost love us still.