497b Horton
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come and make My paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrims, hither come. Hither come, for here is found Balm for ev'ry bleeding wound! Peace, which ever shall endure, Rest, eternal, sacred, sure. Come, dear sinner, in your bloom, For in heav'n there now is room; Come, the Saviour's at the door, Come be blest for evermore. |