Classic Poem

In from the highways,
In from the by-ways,
Gather souls in Jesus, name;
Publish the story,
Herald his glory,
Unto the world his message proclaim
I am the Way, the Truth,
I am the Life, . . . .
Come without money, freely will I give; . . . .
I am the Way, the Truth,
I am the Life, . . . .
Come unto me,
Oh, come and ye shall live.
Go to the erring,
Kindly and cheering,
Point them to the Crucified;
Rescue the prayerless,
Plead with the careless.
Till they in Jesus safely abide.
Go, then, believing,
Blessing receiving,
You shall reap reward above;
Jesus is calling,—
Darkness is falling,
On with the blessed labor of love.
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life,
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Come without money, freely, freely will I give;
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life,
I am the Way, the Truth, the Life,
Come unto me,
Oh, come to me, and ye shall live.