Far from hope, and peace, and rest ;
Scorned, neglected, and forsaken,
Sorrowful, and sore distrest.
Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus !
Hark ! the Spirit whispers, Come !
Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus !
Hark ! the Spirit whispers, Come !
2 Come to Jesus ! He hath loved you
With a deep, abounding love ;
And His heart of tenderest pity
Needs no sacrifice to move.
3 Come! oh come! the Master waiteth:
Come ! the longing Bride doth say :
Come ! He tarries whilst we linger :
He hath borne our sins away.