O captive soul, why longer wait?
The Prince of Life would make thee free;
He stands in Mercy's open gate,
With hands out-stretch'd to welcome thee.
His heart of love and sweetest accents falling,
Gently whispers "Come to me."
Why, burdened trembling, still delay,
So long by guilt and fear opprest;
At Jesus' feet thy burden lay,
And thou shalt find the long-sought rest.
His heart of love and sweetest accents falling,
Gently whispers "Come to me."
From Mercy's gate, oh, hear Him call,
And fly at once to His embrace;
'Tis open wide for thee- for all
Who care to taste His wondrous grace.
His heart of love and sweetest accents falling,
Gently whispers "Come to me."
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