Come to the blood-stained tree; The Victim bleeding lies; God sets the sinner free, Since Christ a ransom dies; The Spirit will apply His blood to cleanse each stain, O burdened soul, draw nigh, For none can come in vain - Come, come, come. Dark though thy guilt appear, And deep its crimson dye, There's boundless mercy here, Do not from mercy fly: Oh, do not doubt His word, There's pardon full and free, For justice smote the Lord, And sheathes her sword for thee - Come, come, come. Look not within for peace, Within there's naught to cheer; Look up and find release From sin, and self, and fear; If gloom thy soul enshroud, If tears faith's eye bedim, If doubts around thee crowd, Come, tell them all to Him. Come, come, come.