When life’s spring-time has faded, its music died away,
When thy hopes have flutter’d into fears;
When thy clear sky is shaded, for summer will not stay
Oh, who shell wipe away thy tears?
There is One—the best of the weary.
Jesus, Jesus saith, “Come unto Me.”
Many days He hath linger’d, in mercy full and free.
O sinner! Jesus waits for thee.
When the day of salvation is drawing to a close,
When thy sins have weigh’d thee to the ground,
When thy heart throbs in terror believe eternal woes,
Oh, where shall deliverance be found?
There is One Resource for the guilty.
Jesus, Jesus saith, “Come unto Me.”
Sinner, Mercy’s blood-stained lintel thy door of hope may be!
The Lamb was sacrificed for thee.
H. K. B.