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.