1 Wand'ring pilgrim, mourning Christian,
Weak and tempted lamb of Christ,
Who endur'st great tribulation,
And with sins are much distress'd;
Christ hath sent me to invite you
To a rich and costly feast;
Let not shame nor pride prevent you—
Come, the rich provision taste.

2 If you have a heart lamenting,
And bemoan your wretched case,
Come to Jesus Christ repenting,
He will grant you sweet release.
If you want a heart to fear him,
Love, and serve him all your days,
Only come to Christ, and ask him,
He will give you gospel grace.

3 If, like poor Bartimeus, blinded,
You bewail the want of sight,
Cry to Jesus, son of David,
He will give you gospel light.
If, like Mary, you've been keeping
Seven fiends in your embrace,
Fly, like her, to Jesus weeping,
He will bid you go in peace.

4 If your heart is unbelieving,
Doubting Jesus' pard'ning love,
Lay hard by Bethesda, waiting,
Till the troubled waters move.
If no one appear to help you,
All their efforts prove but talk;
Jesus, Jesus he will cleanse you;
Rise, take up your bed and walk.

5 If like Peter you are sinking
In the sea of unbelief,
Wait with patience, constant praying,
Christ will grant you sweet relief:
He will give you grace and glory;
All your wants shall be supply'd:
Canaan, Canaan lies before you,
Rise, and cross the swelling tide.

6 Death shall not destroy your comfort,
Christ shall guard you through the gloom;
Down he'll send a heavenly concert
To convey you to his home;
There you'll spend your days in pleasure,
Free from every want and care:
Come, Oh! come, my blessed Saviour!
Fain my spirit would be there.