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.