Oh, to the Saviour come, He will receive you, For He has felt mare than sinners can feel; List how He intercedes, He will relieve you, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. Angels with sympathy, look down from heaven They would entreat you His love to secure; None ever sought in vain, all are forgiven, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure. Come, ere the lamp of life ceases its burning, Ere deaths cold waters shall over you steal; Come while poor penitents gladly are turning, Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal.