“POOR child of sin and woe,
Now listen to the Savior's pleading voice
No longer need'st thou go
Without a friend to bid thy heart rejoice.
“I know thou canst not rest
Until thou art from guilt and sorrow free;
Earth cannot make thee blest;
Come, bring thy suffering, bleeding heart to Me.
“Oh, what on earth appears
To comfort thy distress and heal thy grief,
To dry thy bitter tears,
And offer thy poor sinking soul relief?
“Come, leave the desert land,
And all the husks on which thy soul has fed;
And trust the faithful Hand
That offers thee a feast of living Bread.
“O sinner 'tis the voice
Of One who long has loved and pitied thee
He would thy heart rejoice,
And set thee from all sin and suffering free.
“And canst thou turn away?
It is the Friend of sinners bids thee come;
O trust in Him today,
His blood will shelter thee, and take thee home.”