Come, Precious Soul
1. Come precious soul, and let us take A walk becoming you and me,
2. O Calvary is a mountain high; 'Tis much too hard a task for me,
And whither, my friend, shall we our footsteps bend, To Calvary or to
And I had rather stay in the broad and pleasant way Than to walk in the garden of
Gethsemane? 3. O conscience! thou art ever making a noise, I
Gethsemane. 4. O tarry not in all the plain, Lest it
cannot enjoy any peace for thee, There is time enough yet, and the
prove a dangerous snare to thee, But look up to the man who was
journey's not so great, I can soon climb the mountain Calvary.
bruised for thy sin, And he'll help thee climb up Calvary.
2. O Calvary is a mountain high; 'Tis much too hard a task for me,
And whither, my friend, shall we our footsteps bend, To Calvary or to
And I had rather stay in the broad and pleasant way Than to walk in the garden of
Gethsemane? 3. O conscience! thou art ever making a noise, I
Gethsemane. 4. O tarry not in all the plain, Lest it
cannot enjoy any peace for thee, There is time enough yet, and the
prove a dangerous snare to thee, But look up to the man who was
journey's not so great, I can soon climb the mountain Calvary.
bruised for thy sin, And he'll help thee climb up Calvary.
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