74. Come to the Blood-stained Tree

P.M.
1
Come to the blood-stained tree;
 
The Victim bleeding lies;
 
God sets the sinner free,
 
Since Christ a ransom dies;
 
The Spirit will apply
 
His blood to cleanse each stain,
 
O burdened soul, draw nigh,
 
For none can come in vain — 
 
Come, come, come.
2
Dark though thy guilt appear,
 
And deep its crimson dye,
 
There’s boundless mercy here,
 
Do not from mercy fly:
 
Oh, do not doubt His word,
 
There’s pardon full and free,
 
For justice smote the Lord,
 
And sheathes her sword for thee — 
 
Come, come, come.
3
Look not within for peace,
 
Within there’s naught to cheer;
 
Look up and find release
 
From sin, and self, and fear;
 
If gloom thy soul enshroud,
 
If tears faith’s eye bedim,
 
If doubts around thee crowd,
 
Come, tell them all to Him.
 
Come, come, come.
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