Scripture Verse

Come, for all things are now ready. Luke 14:17


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Wel­come Tid­ings (New York: Big­low & Main, 1877), num­ber 58.

Music: W. How­ard Doane (🔊 pdf nwc).

W. Howard Doane (1832–1915)


Come, poor sinner, to the bles­sèd, bless­èd feast,
O hear the call—thy Sav­ior’s call;
Haste to meet Him, He will wel­come thee His guest,
O rejoice, there’s room for all.


Whosoever will in that feast may share,
In our Fa­ther’s house there is bread to spare;
Come to Je­sus, He is wait­ing, wait­ing now,
Come, O come, there’s room for all.

Art thou wea­ry? Wouldst thou lay thy weight aside?
Then rest thee here, the cross is near;
See where Je­sus thy Re­deem­er bled and died,
Come and taste His mer­cy here.


Hark, He bids thee to the crim­son fount­ain go,
It flows so free, so pure for thee;
He will wash thee and will make thee white as snow,
Thou His hap­py child shalt be.


Come to Je­sus, and thy bur­den He will bear,
The feast is spread, lift up thy head;
Come, and rest thee in the Sav­ior’s gen­tle care,
By His love thou shalt be fed.