YE simple ones, whom sin beguiles,
Why from your Saviour will ye flee?
Leave Satan’s false, delusive smiles,
Be led by, love, and come to me.
Ye scorners who my mercy spurn,
And still refuse to bow the knee,
For you my pure affections burn;
Scorn not my love, but come to me.
Ye foolish souls, who knowledge hate,
Oh, when will ye your folly see?
Receive my words ere ‘tis too late,
Be wise to-day, and come to me.
Come, sinners all, of every age,
Of ev’ry station and degree;
The grave, the gay, the fool, the sage,
All, all are welcome—come to me.
I am of bliss the source and sum,
My springs of life are full and free;
He! every one that thirsteth, come,
Whoever will, O COME TO ME!