1 Out in the damp and cold,
Out in the night;
Far from the shelt’ring fold,
Far from the right:
Ruin’d by nature’s fall,
Lost, with no hope at all;
Listen, ‘tis Mercy’s call,
“Let there be light.”

2 Empty thy heart and sad,
Where wouldst thou flee?
Jesus will make thee glad—
Pardon is free:
Not for the good and great,
Clad in their robes of state;
Soul! One at mercy’s gate
Waiteth for thee.

3 Far from the Father’s face
Why wilt thou roam?
Fair is yon dwelling-place,
Make it thy home:
Lights in the window shine,
Spread is the feast divine;
Soul, be that portion thine!
Come, sinner, come.

4 Though not a heart beside
Cared for thy pain;
Though not a human guide,
Earth should retain:
Love that is tried and strong,
Love that has waited long,
Borne on the wings of song,
Calleth again.

5 Turn not the Lord away,
Kingly the Guest!
Think not, “Some other day”;
Come and be blest:
Haste to the piercèd side,
Bathe in the crimson tide,
Trust in the Crucified;
Here, here is rest!