1 Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make My paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home!
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!
3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
Guilt, in strong remorse, who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
Conscience wounded, who can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Bal that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
5 "Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure."
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First Line: | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice |
Meter: | 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Sinner: Invited |