1 Once as the Savior pass'd along,
Zaccheus fain the lord would see:
Of stature small, to 'scape the throng,
he ran before, and climb'd a tree.

2 As the omniscient Lord drew nigh,
Upward he look'd, and saw him there;
"Zaccheus, hasten down, for I
"Must be thy guest to-day, prepare,

3 "To-day." the pardoning Savior cries,
"Salvation to thy house is come,
"On wings of sov'reign love it flies;
"Go tell the blissful news at home."

4 Lord, look on souls that gaze around,
To every listening sinner speak;
Now may thine ancient love abound,
From every seat a captive take.

5 Sinners, make haste our God to meet;
Come to the feast his love prepares;
The lost are sought and sav'd, how sweet?
And not the righteous, Christ declares,

6 Say, what are ye come out to view:
Jesus who once for sinners died?
O hear the Savior's voice to you,
"Cast sinful righteous self aside."

7 Lord, wilt thou stoop to be my guest?
Dost thou invite me to my home?
Welcome, dear Savior, to my breast,
To-day let thy salvation come.