O burdened soul, no longer wait,
But give your wanderings o’er;
Now humbly kneel at Jesus’ feet,
And slight His call no more.
Will you come to the cross
Where happy you may be?
Will you come to the cross,
His blood your only plea?
In the cross, blessèd cross,
Is pardon full and free;
Will you come?
He will save you there!
Behold a fountain filled with blood,
He opened long ago;
And there your sins, tho’ crimson red,
Shall be as white as snow.
Behold a straight and narrow path
That leads to endless day;
O seek it now thro’ Christ the Lord:
There is no other way.
Then turn to Him in simple faith,
Accept His promise true;
And O! believe with all your heart
That Jesus died for you.