(Air, Tyrolese Evening Hymn.)
Come! Come! Come!
Come to the Saviour now!
He ready stands to bless,
He bids thee nothing bring,
Only thy guilt confess ;
No anger fills His heart,
No frown is on His brow,
His mien is perfect grace,
He bids thee trust Him now.
Come! Come! Come!
Come! Come! Come!
Come to the Saviour now!
No longer make delay,
Life’s tide is ebbing fast,
Near is the judgment day;
Would’st thou escape His ire
Who then will fill the throne?
To Jesus, then, now come,
Be now, be His alone.
Come! Come! Come!
Come! Come! Come!
Come to the Saviour now!
No barrier stops thy way,
The wrath of God He bore
In the atonement day;
For us He sin was made,
For sinners thus He died,
God’s claims He fully met,
His throne He satisfied.
Come! Come! Come!
Come! Come! Come!
Come to the Saviour now!
“ ‘Tis finished” once He said,
His work for sinners done,
He’s risen from the dead ;
“Peace unto you” He speaks,
The peace He made by blood,
Believing in His name,
He brings thee nigh to God.
Come! Come! Come!
Come! Come! Come!
Come to the Saviour now!
Repose on Him alone,
For quickly He will come
To gather up His own !
If now on Him thou’lt rest,
‘Mongst His thou then shalt rise
To meet Him, and to swell
Sweet anthems in the skies.
Come! Come! Come!
W. T. P. W.
Grace gives the truth, faith lays held of it, the heart enjoys it, and the walk manifests it.