Come, every soul by sin oppressed,
There’s
mercy with the Lord,
And
He will surely give you rest,
By
trusting in His word.
Refrain
2
For
Jesus shed His precious blood
Rich
blessings to bestow;
Plunge
now into the crimson flood
That
washes white as snow.
3
Yes,
Jesus is the truth, the way,
That
leads you into rest;
Believe
in Him without delay
And
you are fully blest.
4
Come,
then, and join this holy band,
And
on to glory go,
To
dwell in that celestial land,
Where
joys immortal flow.