1

Come, all ye dying sons of men,
Attend the gospel feast;
Come ev'ry soul oppress'd with sin,
And be the Saviour's guest.

2

Redeeming love is at your door,
And offers mercy free;
Come blind, come deaf, come sick, come sore,
Come, helpless as you be.

3

Although your guilt and fears are great,
And you have long delay'd;
Yet come to-day, 'tis not too late:
Come and the match is made.

4

The Saviour dies to make you whole;
See how his bowels move!
He'll ne'er despite the guilty soul —
O come receive his love.

5

For you his precious blood was spilt;
O then forget your grief!
Come to his feet with all your guilt,
And you shall find relief.

6

Sinner, sinner, will you die,
When JESUS bleeds to free.
Come, see him bleed, and hear him cry,
" Sinner, I die for thee. "