Come, hap­py souls, ap­proach your God,
With new me­lo­di­ous songs;
Come, ten­der to al­migh­ty grace,
The tri­bute of your tongues.

So strange, so bound­less was the love
That pi­tied dy­ing men,
The Fa­ther sent His eq­ual Son
To give them life again.

Thy hands, dear Je­sus, were not armed
With a re­veng­ing rod,
No hard com­mis­sion to per­form
The ven­geance of a God.

But all was mer­cy, all was mild,
And wrath for­sook the throne,
When Christ on the kind er­rand came,
And brought sal­va­tion down.

Here, sin­ners, you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sor­rows dry;
Trust in the migh­ty Sav­ior’s name,
And you shall ne­ver die.

See, dear­est Lord, our will­ing souls
Accept Thine of­fered grace;
We bless the great Re­deem­er’s love,
And give the Fa­ther praise.