Oh! come to the merciful
Savior Who calls you,
Oh! come to the Lord Who
forgives and forgets;
Though dark be the fortune on
earth that befalls you,
There�s a bright home above,
where the sun never sets.
Oh! come then to Jesus, Whose
arms are extended
To fold His dear children in
closest embrace;
Oh! come, for your exile will
shortly be ended,
And Jesus will show you His
beautiful face.
Yes, come to the Savior,
Whose mercy grows brighter
The longer you look at the
depth of His love;
And fear not! �tis Jesus! and
life�s cares grow lighter
As you think of the home and
the glory above.
Have you sinned as none
else in the world have before
you?
Are you blacker than all
other creatures in guilt?
Oh, fear not, and doubt not!
the mother who bore you
Loves you less than the
Savior Whose blood you have
spilt!
Come, come to His feet,
and lay open your story
Of suffering and sorrow, of
guilt and of shame;
For the pardon of sin is the
crown of His glory,
And the joy of our Lord to be
true to His Name.
