Scripture Verse

Be of good comfort, rise; He calleth thee. Mark 10:49


Frederick W. Faber

Words: Fred­er­ick W. Fa­ber, Or­a­to­ry Hymns 1854.

Music: Com­pas­sio Ced­ric Buck­nall, in Hymns An­cient and Mo­dern, 1889 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Oh! come to the merciful
Savior who calls you,
Oh! come to the Lord
Who forgives and forgets;
Though dark be the fortune
On earth that befalls you,
There’s a bright home above,
Where the sun never sets.

Oh! come then to Jesus,
Whose arms are extended
To fold His dear children
In closest embrace;
Oh! come, for your exile
Will shortly be ended,
And Jesus will show you
His beautiful face.

Yes, come to the Savior,
Whose mercy grows brighter
The longer you look at
The depth of His love;
And fear not! ’tis Jesus!
And life’s cares grow lighter
As you think of the home
And the glory above.

Have you sinned as none else
In the world have before you?
Are you blacker than all
Other creatures in guilt?
Oh, fear not, and doubt not!
The mother who bore you
Loves you less than the Savior
Whose blood you have spilt!

Come, come to His feet,
And lay open your story
Of suffering and sorrow,
Of guilt and of shame;
For the pardon of sin
Is the crown of His glory,
And the joy of our Lord
To be true to His name.