Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord.
Words: Daniel W. Whittle, in Gospel Hymns No. 3, by Ira D. Sankey et al. (New York; Chicago, Illinois & Cincinnati, Ohio: Biglow & Main and John Church, 1878), number 34. Some hymnals give the author as W. W. D., one of Whittle’s pseudonyms.
Come, souls that are longing for pleasure,
Our Savior has pleasures to give;
Come find in His love the rare treasure
That makes every true pleasure live.
Come now, saith the Lord, let us reason,
Come now and your purpose declare;
Is it pleasures of sin for a season,
Or pleasures the glorified share?
The pleasures of sin are deceiving,
They’ve nothing for yesterday’s pain,
But hope of tomorrow receiving,
And then, it’s tomorrow again.
The pleasures of sin are all fleeting,
They vanish with life’s passing morn;
Like dewdrops the morning sun greeting,
They glisten, and then they are gone.
Then all who are longing for pleasure,
Ye weary, and all who are worn;
Come find in the Lord a sure treasure,
That from you shall never be torn.
Of Jesus, thy choice now be making,
Redeemer, and Savior, and Lord;
And soon in the glory awaking,
You’ll share in the saint’s blest reward.