Come to the Saviour now!
He gently calleth thee;
In true repentance bow,
Before Him bend the knee;
He waiteth to bestow
Salvation, peace and love,
True joy on earth below,
A home in heaven above.
Come, come, come.

Come to the Saviour now!
Gaze on that cleansing tide—
Water and blood that flow
Forth from His wounded side.
Hark to the suffering One:
“’Tis finished!” now He cries;
Redemption’s work is done,
Then bows His head and dies.
Come, come, come.

Come to the Saviour now!
He suffered there for thee;
And in His merits thou
Hast an unfailing plea;
No vain excuses frame,
For feelings do not stay;
None who to Jesus came
Were ever sent away.
Come, come, come.