1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.