word, of words the sweetest, O word, in which there lie All promise, all fulfilment, Arid end of mystery ! Lamenting, or rejoicing, With doubt or terror nigh,
I hear the " Come ! " of Jesus, And to His cross I fly. " Come ! . . . oh, come to Me ! . . . Come ! . . . oh, come to Me ! " Weary, heavy-laden, Come ! oh, come to Me ! "
2. O soul ! why shouldst thou wander From such a loving Friend ? Cling closer, closer to Him, Stay with Him to the end : Alas ! I am so helpless, So very full of sin, For I am ever wandering, And coming back again.
3. Oh, each time draw me nearer, That soon the " Come " may be Naught but a gentle whisper, To one close, close to Thee ; Then, over sea and mountain, Far from or near my home, I'll take Thy hand and follow, At that sweet whisper, " Come ! "