I long to see the season come When sinners shall come flocking home

1 I long to see the season come,
When sinners shall come flocking home,
To taste the heaven of Jesus' love,
And seek the joys that are above.

2 Hark! 'tis the glorious gospel sound,
Inviting sinners all around;
Behold! the loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands,

3 He now is knocking at your heart,
Waiting salvation to impart;
To wash you in atoning blood,
And seal you heirs and sons of God.

4 A few more days and you must go
To realms of joy, or endless wo;
In worlds of light, with Christ to dwell,
Or sink beneath his frowns to hell.

5 Come, then, dear sinners, counsel take,
And all your sinful ways forsake;
This world give o'er, leave friends behind,
In Christ you shall redemption find.

6 Take your companion by the hand.
And all your children in a band,
And give them up at Jesus' call,
To pardon, bless, and save them all.

7 And when the day of Christ shall come,
And he collect his jewels home;
On Zion's mount, you all shall stand,
And join the bright angelic band.

Source: The Christian Hymn-Book, compiled and published at the request of the Miami Christian Conference #3