Oh! come to the mer­ci­ful
Savior who calls you,
Oh! come to the Lord
Who for­gives and for­gets;
Though dark be the for­tune
On earth that be­falls you,
There’s a bright home above,
Where the sun ne­ver sets.

Oh! come then to Je­sus,
Whose arms are ex­tend­ed
To fold His dear child­ren
In clos­est em­brace;
Oh! come, for your ex­ile
Will short­ly be end­ed,
And Je­sus will show you
His beau­ti­ful face.

Yes, come to the Sav­ior,
Whose mer­cy grows bright­er
The long­er you look at
The depth of His love;
And fear not! ’tis Je­sus!
And life’s cares grow light­er
As you think of the home
And the glo­ry above.

Have you sinned as none else
In the world have be­fore you?
Are you black­er than all
Other crea­tures in guilt?
Oh, fear not, and doubt not!
The mo­ther who bore you
Loves you less than the Sav­ior
Whose blood you have spilt!

Come, come to His feet,
And lay op­en your sto­ry
Of suf­fer­ing and sor­row,
Of guilt and of shame;
For the par­don of sin
Is the crown of His glo­ry,
And the joy of our Lord
To be true to His name.