Listen to the blessèd invitation
Sweeter than the notes of angel song
Chiming softly with a heav’nly cadence
Calling to the passing throng.
Him that cometh unto Me.
Him that cometh unto Me
I will not ever cast out.
Weary toiler
sad and heavy-laden
Joyfully the great salvation see;
Close beside thee stands the Burden Bearer
Strong to bear thy load and thee.
Come
ye thirsty
to the living waters
Hungry
come and on His bounty feed;
Not thy fitness is the plea to bring Him
But thy pressing utmost need.
Him that cometh
blind or maimed or sinful
Coming for His healing touch divine
For the cleansing of the blood so precious
Prove anew this gracious line.
Coming humbly
daily to this Savior
Breathing all the heart to Him in prayer;
Coming some day to the heav’nly mansions
He will give thee welcome there.
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