Art thou longing? Jesus calls thee
To His wounded side;
“Come to Me,” saith He, and ever
Safe abide.
Seeking Jesus? Jesus seeks thee—
Wants thee as thou art;
He is knocking, ever knocking
At thy heart.
If thou’lt let Him He will save thee,
Make thee all His own;
Guide thee, keep thee, take thee safely
To His throne.
Wilt thou still refuse the offer?
Wilt thou say Him nay?
Wilt thou let Him, grieved, rejected;
Go away?
Dost thou feel thy life is weary?
Is thy soul distress?
Take His offer, wait no longer
Be at rest!
ML 09/12/1937