Come, Happy Souls, Approach Your God

Come

hap­py souls

ap­proach your God

With new me­lo­di­ous songs;

Come

ten­der to al­migh­ty grace

The tri­bute of your tongues.

So strange

so bound­less was the love

That pi­tied dy­ing men

The Fa­ther sent His eq­ual Son

To give them life again.

Thy hands

dear Je­sus

were not armed

With a re­veng­ing rod

No hard com­mis­sion to per­form

The ven­geance of a God.

But all was mer­cy

all was mild

And wrath for­sook the throne

When Christ on the kind er­rand came

And brought sal­va­tion down.

Here

sin­ners

you may heal your wounds

And wipe your sor­rows dry;

Trust in the migh­ty Sav­ior’s name

And you shall nev­er die.

See

dear­est Lord

our will­ing souls

Accept Thine of­fered grace;

We bless the great Re­deem­er’s love

And give the Fa­ther praise.