Verse 1
Come, for the feast is spread;
Hark to the call!
Come to the Living Bread,
Broken for all;
Come to His house of wine,
Lo, on the brink recline,
All that He hath is thine;
Come, sinner, come.
Verse 2
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.
Verse 3
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 thy only plea,
Come, Christian, come.
Verse 4
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.