Come, oh come, with thy brok­en heart,
Weary and worn with care;
Come and kneel at the op­en door,
Jesus is wait­ing there;
Waiting to heal thy wound­ed soul,
Waiting to give thee rest;
Why wilt thou walk where sha­dows fall?
Come to His lov­ing breast!

Firmly cling to the bless­èd cross,
There shall thy re­fuge be;
Wash thee now in the crim­son fount,
Flowing so pure for thee;
List to the gen­tle warn­ing voice!
List to the ear­nest call!
Leave at the cross thy bur­den now:
Jesus will bear it all.

Come and taste of the pre­cious feast,
Feast of eter­nal love;
Think of joys that for­ev­er bloom,
Bright in the life above:
Come with a trust­ing heart to God,
Come and be saved by grace;
Come, for He longs to clasp thee now,
Close in His dear em­brace.