"Whosoever Will, Let Him Come"

Oh, come who will! though wide and far
     Ye wander darkly from the right;
Nor doubt, nor fear, nor sin, can bar
     From souls that seek, the heavenly light;
Still for your guidance doth it burn,
And Heavenly Love still cries, “Return!”

Oh, come who will! from the lordly hall,
     From squalid hut, or sad, or gay,
Haste to the Fount that flows for all,
     Whose waters wash all stains away;
‘Twas oped for thee by Grace divine,
And all its blessings may be thine!

Oh, come who will! though slave to sin
     And bowed his heavy yoke beneath:
Though almost quenched, the light within,
     Haste from the thrall whose end is death!
Thy needs are great; but love that pleads
For thee, is greater than thy needs.

Oh, come who will! nor ask the price,
     Of what God’s goodness doth impart;
But pay to Him thy sacrifice—
     A broken and a contrite heart—
And henceforth shall thy spirit know
His love’s divinest overflow.