From the Cross

From the cross up­lift­ed high

Where the Sav­ior deigns to die

What me­lo­di­ous sounds we hear

Bursting on the rav­ished ear!

“Love’s re­deem­ing work is done—

Come and wel­come! sin­ner

come!

“Sprinkled now with blood the throne;

Why be­neath thy bur­dens groan?

On My pierc­èd bo­dy laid

Justice owns the ran­som paid:

Bow the knee

and kiss the Son

Come and wel­come

sin­ner

come.

“Spread for thee

the fes­tal board

See with rich­est boun­ty stored;

To thy Fa­ther’s bo­som pressed

Thou shalt be a child con­fessed

Never from His house to roam;

Come and wel­come! sin­ner

come!

Soon the days of life shall end—

Lo

I come—your Sav­ior

friend!

Safe your spir­it to con­vey

To the realms of end­less day

Up to My eter­nal home—

Come and wel­come! sin­ner

come!