How sweet­ly flowed the Gos­pel’s sound
From lips of gen­tle­ness and grace,
While list­en­ing thou­sands ga­thered round,
And joy and glad­ness filled the place!

From Heav’n He came—of Heav’n He spoke,
To Hea­ven He led His fol­low­ers’ way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night He broke,
Unveiling an im­mor­tal day.

Come, wan­der­ers, to My Fa­ther’s home;
Come, all ye wea­ry ones, and rest!
Yes, sac­red Teach­er—we will come,
Obey Thee—love Thee, and be blest!

Decay, then, te­ne­ments of dust!
Pillars of earth­ly pride, de­cay!
A nob­ler man­sion waits the just,
And Je­sus has pre­pared the way.