Come and re­joice with me!
For once my heart was poor,
And I have found a trea­sury
Of love, a bound­less store.

Come and re­joice with me!
I who was sick at heart,
Have met with One who knows my cause,
And knows the heal­ing art.

Come and re­joice with me!
For I was wea­ried sore,
And I have found a migh­ty arm
Which holds me ev­er­more.

Come and re­joice with me!
My feet so wide did roam,
And One has sought me from afar,
And bear­eth me safe home.

Come and re­joice with me!
For I have found a friend
Who knows my heart’s most sec­ret depths,
Yet loves me with­out end.

I knew not of His love,
And He had loved so long,
With love so faith­ful and so deep,
So ten­der and so strong.

And now I know it all,
Have heard and know His voice,
And hear it still from day to day—
Can I enough re­joice?