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Come to the Master, wanderer,
Come to your long sought home;
Jesus is calling, calling:
Come, never more to roam.
Come to the Master, sinner,
Cast off your weary load;
Angels are beckoning, beckoning,
All down the narrow road.
Come to the Master, come ye,
Heed now the earnest call;
Jesus is waiting, waiting:
Haste, at His feet to fall.
Soon will the strife be over,
What, then, will be your fate?
Jesus is pleading, pleading:
Come, e’er it be too late.
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8 7 8 7
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 11:28;
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RIVER CITY
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8 7 8 7
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