Hymn 154 — Come! -- 'tis Jesus gently calling --
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Come! -- 'tis Jesus gently calling -- Ye with care and toil opprest, With your guilt, howe'er appalling, Come, and I will give you rest. On the cross He once has suffered, There by Him the work was done; And the word by God now uttered To each weary soul is -- Come! | |
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Come! -- the Father's house stands open, With its love and light and song; And returning to that Father, All to you may now belong. From sin's distant land of famine, Toiling 'neath the mid-day sun, To a Father's house of plenty, And a Father's welcome, Come! | |
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Come! -- for night is gath'ring quickly O'er this world's fast fleeting day; If you linger in the darkness, You will surely miss your way. From the world and its delusion -- Now our voices rise as one, While we give God's invitation; Heav'n itself re-echoes -- Come! | |