Will you not come to Him for life?
Why will you die, oh, why?
He gave His life for you, for you;
The gift is free, the word is true,
Will you not come? Oh, why will you die?
Will you 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—oh, is He your own?
Will you not come to Him for rest?
All that are weary, come.
The rest He gives is deep and true.
It’s offered now, it’s offered you;
Rest in His love, and rest in His home.
Will you not come to Him for joy?
Will you not come for this?
He laid His joys aside for you,
To give you joy so sweet, so true;
Sorrowing heart, oh, drink of that bliss!