Invitation
"COME unto me all ye that labor
and are heavy laden;
and I will give you rest."
Matthew 11:28.
Come, '"O the Saviour's arms
Are now extended wide!
O leave earth's fleeting charms,
And hasten to his side.
Think how he groaned and cried,
While hanging on the tree:
Think, how he bled and died,
To purchase life for thee!
Think, how he lives above,
For thee to intercede;
Come, taste his pardoning love,
Ere he shall cease to plead.
Come, for the darkening sky
Proclaims his anger near;
Then, though you bitter cry,
He's said, "I will not hear."
Come, for the Saviour waits
To clasp thee to his breast;
He'll open the heavenly gates,
And give the wanderer rest.
Come, walk the narrow path,
With those who love the Lord;
Then you may escape his wrath,
And share their rich reward.
WM. H. Graham.