Come, listen, my friends,
I’ve a story to tell,
Of Jesus, who once
To this earth came to dwell.
So humble, so lowly;
He blessed and He healed,
And ever to sinners
His love He revealed.
And this blessed Jesus
Who walked on the wave,
When tempests were raging,
Was able to save.
The waters were stilled
At the sound of His voice,
While those who beheld Him
Could only rejoice.
The blind and the deaf,
The sick and the lame,
Were healed and made happy
Through faith in His name,
The poorest and weakest,
He ne’er turned aside,
But always received them
With arms open wide.
O, come to this Saviour
Who willingly died;
Who, nailed to the cross,
Was there crucified.
His head crowned with thorns,
A spear through His side,
His life blood was shed,
While for sinners He died.
And there in His agony,
Under the rod,
He bore all our sins—
Forsaken of God.
That we might be rescued
From judgment to come,
And dwell with Himself
In His heavenly home.
Then take this blest Saviour
O do not delay:
Salvation He offers,—
Accept it today.
Tomorrow’s uncertain;
And may be too late;
He’s pleading in mercy,
O, pray do not wait.
ML 11/23/1924