O word, of words the sweetest O word, in which there lie All promise, all fulfilment. And end of mystery! Lamenting, or rejoicing With doubt or terror nigh, I hear the “Come!” of Jesus, And to His cross I fly. “Come!… oh, come to Me!” Come!… oh, come to Me! Weary, heavy – laden, Come!… oh, come to Me!
O soul! Why shouldst thou wander, From such a loving Friend! Cling closer, closer to Him, Stay with Him to the end: Alas! I am so helpless, So very full of sin, For I am ever wandering, And coming back again. Come!...oh, come to Me! etc.
Oh, each time draw me nearer, That soon the “Come” may be, Naught but a gentle whisper, To one close, close to Thee; There, over sea and mountain, Far from or near my home, I’ll take Thy hand and follow, At that sweet whisper, “Come!” Come!...oh, come to Me! etc. Amen.