1 Oh, come to the Savior, thou poor, weary soul,
’Tis Jesus invites thee to come;
By the pow’r of His blood would He now make thee whole,
And fit thee to dwell in His home.
Refrain:
To be lost in the night, in eternity’s night,
To sink in despair and in woe;
But such is thy doom, if thou turn from the light,
Refusing His mercy to know.
2 His great, loving heart beats in pity for thee,
He anxiously waits for thee now;
Oh, turn not away, but His bleeding hands see,
They’ll smooth the dark clouds from thy brow. [Refrain]
3 Your time now is passing, eternity’s near,
The sun now hangs low o’er thy way;
Oh, turn to Him now, the glad gospel word hear,
Oh, hasten while yet there is day. [Refrain]
Select Hymns, 1911 (Timeless Truths)