p. 182 | COME by M. A. Davis

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Dec 9, 1875

COME

By M. A. Davis

“The Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.”

O WANDERER, heavy laden, come, The Saviour calls to-day; Within the fold there yet is room, Why, then, remain away? Come to the Great Physician, come! His touch will make thee whole; Bow to his yoke, and thou wilt find Rest for the weary soul. For thee he toiled up Calvary’s side; For thee he bowed his head and died.

The city of God in her loveliness, Her palaces and towers, With Heaven’s own sunlight falling soft On her bright, immortal bowers, The river of life, the crystal sea, Life’s tree with its fruitage fair, And the angel harpers bid thee come To dwell ’mid the glory there. Wouldst thou enter those shining gates of day? Turn, then, from the glitter of earth away.

We have heard, and we gladly echo the call, Come from the fields of strife, Come to the pastures cool and green, Come to the fount of life. Long we to broken cisterns sought, But they left us thirsting still, And we turned with joy to the living stream That flows from Zion’s hill. Unsealed to man on Calvary’s brow, Through earth’s dark plains it floweth now.

Ho, every one who thirsteth, come, Drink from the healing tide. Why seek to quench thy fevered thirst Earth’s turbid streams beside? Come to the living waters, come! To-day they freely flow; Drink from this stream, and nevermore Soul-thirsting shalt thou know. While Jesus pleads there yet is room, Whoever is athirst may come.

And whosoever will may come; Turn thee, why wilt thou die? Delay not, lest thou be too late, And he not heed thy cry. E’en now the day is waning fast, ’Tis Mercy’s last sweet call; Soon Justice will the scepter sway, Soon will the darkness fall. Haste thee, oh haste! ere thou seek to hide In terror from the Crucified.

Battle Creek, Mich. M. A. DAVIS.