Come, Oh Come, with Thy Broken Heart

Come

oh come

with thy brok­en heart

Weary and worn with care;

Come and kneel at the op­en door

Jesus is wait­ing there;

Waiting to heal thy wound­ed soul

Waiting to give thee rest;

Why wilt thou walk where sha­dows fall?

Come to His lov­ing breast!

Firmly cling to the bless­èd cross

There shall thy re­fuge be;

Wash thee now in the crim­son fount

Flowing so pure for thee;

List to the gen­tle warn­ing voice!

List to the ear­nest call!

Leave at the cross thy bur­den now:

Jesus will bear it all.

Come and taste of the pre­cious feast

Feast of eter­nal love;

Think of joys that for­ev­er bloom

Bright in the life above:

Come with a trust­ing heart to God

Come and be saved by grace;

Come

for He longs to clasp thee now

Close in His dear em­brace.