Listen to the blessèd invitation,
Sweeter than the notes of angel song,
Chiming softly with a heav’nly cadence,
Calling to the passing throng.
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Him that cometh unto Me.
Him that cometh unto Me,
Him that cometh unto Me,
I will not ever cast out.
Weary toiler, sad and heavy laden,
Joyfully the great salvation see;
Close beside thee stands the Burden Bearer,
Strong to bear thy load and thee.
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Come, ye thirsty, to the living waters,
Hungry, come and on His bounty feed;
Not thy fitness is the plea to bring Him,
But thy pressing utmost need.
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“Him that cometh,” blind or maimed or sinful,
Coming for His healing touch divine,
For the cleansing of the blood so precious,
Prove anew this gracious line.
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Coming humbly, daily to this Savior,
Breathing all the heart to Him in prayer;
Coming some day to the heav’nly mansions,
He will give thee welcome there.
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