Hymn Selection

154

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1
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!
2
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!
3
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 you 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!

Miss A.S. Ormsby

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"Wherefore encourage one another, and build up each one the other, even as also ye do."