Jesus came from heaven,
Many years ago;
Left His Father’s glory
For this world of woe.

Here He lived and suffered,
Here He also died,
On the cross of Calvary
He was crucified.

’Twas for sin He suffered,
In the sinner’s stead,
And His Father raised Him,
Even from the dead.

Now in brightest glory
Jesus lives on high,
And His voice is calling,
Calling from the sky.

“Come to Me, ye weary,
I have rest to give”;
Hearken then unto Him,
And your soul shall live.

He has peace and pardon
For the sin-sick soul;
Come to Him believing,
He will make you whole.