Hymnary Friends,

We don't often ask for money.

But, before you hit the "close" button on this box, please consider a donation to keep Hymnary.org going.

You are one of more than half a million people who come here every month: worship leaders, hymnologists, hymn lovers and many more. Here at Hymnary.org, you have free access to the most complete database of North American hymnody on the planet. But this project does not come without a cost, and we have limited sources of revenue.

So if you benefit from Hymnary.org, would you please consider a donation today? Even small amounts help, and they also let us know you're behind us and support what we do.

You can make your tax-deductible contribution by sending a check to Hymnary.org at 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546, or you can click the Donate button below to be taken to a secure site.

On behalf of the entire Hymnary.org team,
Harry Plantinga

Wanderer, come, O come to Jesus

Wanderer, come, O come to Jesus

Author: Henry L. Gilmour
Tune: [Wand'rer, come, Oh come to Jesus]
Published in 1 hymnal

Audio files: MIDI

Full Text

1 Wand’rer, come, oh, come to Jesus,
Come, and in contrition bow,
Lo! he waits to freely pardon,
Give salvation, here and now,
Wand’rer, come, the feast is ready,
You are an invited guest,
Banquet with the world’s Redeemer,
Calvary’s Hero gives sweet rest.

Wand’rer, come, wand’rer, come,
Jesus lingers, oh, what love!
He is waiting, he is pleading,
He will all your sins forgive.

2 Wand’rer, come, oh, haste to Jesus,
He’s the refuge in the storm;
Rocks and mountains will not hide you
In the day of dread alarm;
Wand’rer, come, accept the message
Faithful heralds now proclaim;
Christ is passing, venture to him,
He may never pass again.

3 Wand’rer, come, give all to Jesus,
Come, and find his promise true,
Come confessing, come believing,
He will meet and welcome you;
Wand’rer, come, tho’ sins like scarlet
May your waiting Saviour grieve,
Still he lingers not to pardon,
Come, repent, accept, believe.

4 Wand’rer, come, you’re still invited,
Jesus spreads his wounded hands,
Let his love constrain you thither;
Faith along his love demands.
Whosoever hears the message
Need not wait, nor backward shrink;
Whosoever will may find him,
Whosoever thirsts may drink.

Source: The Ark of Praise #24

Author: Henry L. Gilmour

Born: January 19, 1836, Londonderry, Ireland. Died: May 20, 1920, Delair, New Jersey, after a buggy accident. Buried: Wenonah Cemetery, Mantua Township, New Jersey. Gilmour emigrated to America as a teenager. He started working as a painter, then served in the American civil war, where he was captured and spent several months in Libby Prison, Richmond, Virginia. After the war, he became a dentist. In 1869, he moved to Wenonah, New Jersey, and helped found the Wenonah Methodist Church in 1885. For four decades, he directed the choir at the Pitman Grove Camp Meeting, and worked at camp meetings and revivals in Mountain Lake Park, Maryland, and Ridgeview Park, Pennsylvania. His works include: The Silver Trumpet, with Kelso Carter (… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Wanderer, come, O come to Jesus
Author: Henry L. Gilmour
Suggestions or corrections? Contact us