Children, come, will you come

1 Children come, will you come,
Hear the Saviour proclaiming;
I have purchased a home
In the mansions of heaven;
For each sin-stricken soul
Who has fled to the fountain,
Flowing forth from my side,
As I hung on the mountain.

2 There the angels so bright
Listen pleased to the story;
As the saints cloth'd in white,
Sing aloud of his glory.
There no sin nor dismay,
Neither trouble nor sorrow,
Will be felt for a day,
Nor be feared for the morrow.

3 He's prepared you a home,
Children will you believe it?
And invites you to come,
Children, will you receive it?
Oh come, children, come,
For the tide is receding,
And the Saviour will soon
And forever cease pleading.

Source: The Plymouth Sabbath School Collection of Hymns and Tunes #199