Come, for the feast is spread;
Hark to the call.
Come to the living bread
Broken for all.
Come to His house of wine,
Low on His breast recline,
All that He hath is thine;
Come, sinner come.

Come where the fountain flows,
River of life.
Healing for all thy woes,
Doubting and strife;
Millions have been supplied,
No one was e'er denied,
Come to the crimson tide,
Come, sinner come.

Come to the throne of grace,
Boldly draw near.
He who would win the race
Must tarry here;
Whate'er thy want may be,
Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus the only plea,
Come, Christian come.

Come to the Better Land,
Pilgrim, make haste.
Earth is a foreign strand,
Wilderness waste!
Here are the harps of gold,
Here are the joys untold,
Crowns for the young and old,
Come, pilgrim, come.

Jesus, we come to Thee,
Oh, take us in.
Set Thou our spirits free,
Cleanse us from sin.
Then, in yon land of light,
Clothed in our robes of white,
Resting not day nor night,
Thee will we sing.