Hymn/Song Information

O come to the Saviour thou poor weary

Oh, come to the Savior,
thou poor, weary soul,
’Tis Jesus invites thee to come;
By the pow’r of His blood
would He now make thee whole,
And fit thee to dwell in His home.

To be lost in the night,
in eternity’s night,
To sink in despair and in woe;
But such is thy doom,
if thou turn from the light,
Refusing His mercy to know.

His great, loving heart beats
in pity for thee,
He anxiously waits for thee now;
Oh, turn not away,
but His bleeding hands see,
They’ll smooth the dark clouds
from thy brow.

To be lost in the night,
in eternity’s night,
To sink in despair and in woe;
But such is thy doom,
if thou turn from the light,
Refusing His mercy to know.

Your time now is passing,
eternity’s near,
The sun now hangs low o’er thy way;
Oh, turn to Him now,
the glad gospel word hear,
Oh, hasten while yet there is day.

To be lost in the night,
in eternity’s night,
To sink in despair and in woe;
But such is thy doom,
if thou turn from the light,
Refusing His mercy to know.