Listen to the bless­èd in­vi­ta­tion,
Sweeter than the notes of an­gel song,
Chiming soft­ly with a heav’n­ly ca­dence,
Calling to the pass­ing throng.

Refrain

Him that com­eth un­to Me.
Him that com­eth un­to Me,
Him that com­eth un­to Me,
I will not ev­er cast out.

Weary toil­er, sad and hea­vy-la­den,
Joyfully the great sal­va­tion see;
Close be­side thee stands the Bur­den Bear­er,
Strong to bear thy load and thee.

Refrain

Come, ye thirs­ty, to the liv­ing wa­ters,
Hungry, come and on His boun­ty feed;
Not thy fit­ness is the plea to bring Him,
But thy press­ing ut­most need.

Refrain

Him that com­eth, blind or maimed or sin­ful,
Coming for His heal­ing touch di­vine,
For the cleans­ing of the blood so pre­cious,
Prove anew this gra­cious line.

Refrain

Coming hum­bly, dai­ly to this Sav­ior,
Breathing all the heart to Him in pray­er;
Coming some day to the heav’n­ly man­sions,
He will give thee wel­come there.

Refrain