First Line: Come, oh come, with thy broken heart,

Come, oh come, with thy broken heart,
Weary and worn with care ;
Come and kneel at the open door,
Jesus is waiting there :
Waiting to heal thy wounded soul,
Waiting to give thee rest :
Why wilt thou walk where shadows fall ?
Come to His loving breast !

2 Firmly cling to the blessed cross,
There shall thy refuge be ;
Wash thee now in the crimson fount,
Flowing so pure for thee :
List to the gentle, warning voice !
List to the earnest call !
Leave at the cross thy burden now :
Jesus will bear it all.

3 Come and taste of the precious feast,
Feast of eternal love ;
Think of joys that for ever bloom,
Bright in the life above :
Come with a trusting heart to God,
Come and be saved by grace;
Come, for He longs to clasp thee now
Close in His dear embrace.