O come to the Sav­ior! thou poor wea­ry soul;
’Tis Je­sus in­vites thee to come;
By the pow­er of His blood
Would He now make thee whole,
And fit thee to dwell in His home.

His great lov­ing heart beats in pi­ty for thee,
He anx­ious­ly waits for thee now;
O turn not away,
But His bleed­ing hands see;
They’ll smooth the dark clouds from thy brow.

Your time now is pass­ing, eter­ni­ty’s near,
The sun hangs low o’er thy way;
O turn to Him now!
The glad Gos­pel word hear:
Oh, hast­en while yet there is day!

To be lost in the night, in eter­ni­ty’s night,
To sink in des­pair and in woe!
But such is thy doom
If thou turn from the light,
Refusing His mer­cy to know.