O, What a Savior

Come to the Sav­ior

hear His lov­ing voice;

Never will you find a friend so true;

Now He is wait­ing

trust Him and re­joice

Tenderly He call­eth you.

O

what a Sav­ior stand­ing at the door

Haste while He lin­gers

par­don now im­plore

Still He is wait­ing

grieve His love no more

Tenderly He call­eth you.

Blest words of com­fort

gent­ly now they fall

Jesus is the life

the truth

the way;

Come to the fount­ain

there is room for all;

Jesus bids you come to­day.

Softly the Spir­it whis­pers in the heart

Do not slight the Sav­ior’s of­fered grace;

Gladly re­ceive Him

let Him not de­part;

Happy they who seek His face.

Light in the dark­ness

joy in any pain

Refuge for the wea­ry and op­pressed;

Still He is wait­ing

call­ing yet again;

Come

and He will give you rest.