Come, Oh Come, With Thy Broken Heart

Come, oh come, with thy broken heart,

Weary and worn with care;

Come and kneel at the open door,

Jesus is waiting there;

Waiting to heal thy wounded soul,

Waiting to give thee rest;

Why wilt thou walk where shadows fall?

Come to His loving breast!

Firmly cling to the blessèd cross,

There shall thy refuge be;

Wash thee now in the crimson fount,

Flowing so pure for thee;

List to the gentle warning voice!

List to the earnest call!

Leave at the cross thy burden now:

Jesus will bear it all.

Come and taste of the precious feast,

Feast of eternal love;

Think of joys that forever bloom,

Bright in the life above:

Come with a trusting heart to God,

Come and be saved by grace;

Come, for He longs to clasp thee now,

Close in His dear embrace.