Will ye not come to Him for life?
Why will ye die, O why?
He gave His life for you, for you;
The gift is free, the Word is true!
Will ye not come? O, why will ye die?
Will ye not come to Him for peace,
Peace through His cross alone?
He shed His precious blood for you;
The gift is free, the Word is true!
He is our peace, O, is He your own?
Will ye not come to Him for rest?
All that are weary, come;
The rest He gives is deep and true,
‘Tis offered now, ‘tis offered you;
Rest in His love, and rest in His home.
Will ye not come to Him for joy,
Will ye not come for this?
He laid His joys aside for you,
To give you joy so sweet, so true;
Sorrowing heart, O drink of the bliss!