Come to Jesus, ye who wander Far from hope, and peace, and rest ; Scorned, neglected, and forsaken, Sorrowful, and sore distrest.
Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Hark ! the Spirit whispers, " Come ! " Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus ! Hark ! the Spirit whispers, " Come ! "
2. Come to Jesus ! He hath loved you With a deep, abounding love ; And His heart of tenderest pity Needs no sacrifice to move.
3. Come! oh come! the Master waiteth: " Come ! " the longing Bride doth say : " Come ! " He tarries whilst we linger : He hath borne our sins away.