Jesus died on a cross—oh, what awful cost!— That He might from sin’s blight save us, sinners lost; Harken, soul, hear Him call, open wide the door, Taste and see love so free, yours forevermore; Still He waits patiently, pleading one more time: Now believe, now receive saving grace sublime.
In this world we will have burdens hard to bear: Jesus came cares to claim, and our sorrows share; Weary soul, come to Christ, give Him all your woes— In Him find peace of mind, rest, relief, repose; When the waves, tossing wild, seem to speak an end, There, until “Peace, be still,” faithful stands a Friend.
Sinful soul, idle not, time is passing by, Be not blind, sin will bind tighter and for aye; Ere thy heart harder grows, won’t you heed the call? Won’t you choose? Don’t refuse mercy free for all; Savior sent, still He stands, sacrifice from Heav’n, Gift so great—do not wait, come and be forgiv’n.
Lord, I come, come to Thee, bringing all my sin, Thou alone can atone, wash me white within; Sin’s desires I have fed I do now forsake, Satan’s hold, though of old, I would ever break; This I cry, hopeful, and, as I cross the line, Set my will; Thou fulfill, save and make me Thine.