Hymn 147 - "Come! - `Tis Jesus gently calling -"
Come!—'tis Jesus gently calling—
Ye with care and toil opprest,
With your guilt, howe'er appalling,
Come, and I will give you rest.
On the cross He once has suffered,
There by Him the work was done;
And the word by God now uttered
To each weary soul is—Come!
Come!—the Father's house stands open
With its love and light and song;
And returning to that Father,
All to you may now belong.
From sin's distant land of famine,
Toiling 'neath the mid-day sun,
To a Father's house of plenty,
And a Father's welcome, Come!
Come!—for night is gath'ring quickly
O'er this world's fast fleeting day;
If you linger in the darkness,
You will surely miss your way.
From the world and its delusion
Now our voices rise as one;
While we give God's invitation,
Heav'n itself re-echoes—Come!