From the cross up­lift­ed high,
Where the Sav­ior deigns to die,
What me­lo­di­ous sounds we hear,
Bursting on the rav­ished ear!
“Love’s re­deem­ing work is done—
Come and wel­come! sin­ner, come!

“Sprinkled now with blood the throne;
Why be­neath thy bur­dens groan?
On My pierc­èd bo­dy laid,
Justice owns the ran­som paid:
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son,
Come and wel­come, sin­ner, come.

“Spread for thee, the fes­tal board
See with rich­est boun­ty stored;
To thy Fa­ther’s bo­som pressed,
Thou shalt be a child con­fessed,
Never from His house to roam;
Come and wel­come! sin­ner, come!

Soon the days of life shall end—
Lo, I come—your Sav­ior, friend!
Safe your spir­it to con­vey
To the realms of end­less day,
Up to My eter­nal home—
Come and wel­come! sin­ner, come!