Tho’ thou’rt wandering away from Jesus,
Weary, and far from the Father’s home;
Listen to the blessèd invitation,
Hear the Savior who bids thee come.
Come now and let us reason together,
Saith the Lord in His Word;
Tho’ your sins be as scarlet,
They shall be as white as snow,
Tho’ they be red like crimson,
They shall be as wool.
There’s no love like unto that of Jesus,
Faithful and true He will ever be;
Come, O come! as needy and dependent;
Grace sufficient is promised thee.
When temptation presseth hard upon thee;
And all the way seems so dark and drear;
Look by faith unto this loving Savior,
Thou shalt triumph o’er doubt and fear.
What a precious living friend is Jesus!
Saving and keeping unto the end;
Where sin once prevailéd, grace aboundeth,
Gifts of strength every day He’ll send.