103. Invitation to the Mission

O come to the merciful Saviour who calls you,
Oh come to the Lord who forgives and forgets;
Thoucrh dark be the fortune on earth that befals
There's a bright home above where the sun never
sets.

Oh come then to Jesus, whose arms are extended
To fold His dear children in closest embrace;
Oh come, for your exile will shortly be ended.
And Jesus will show you His beautiful Face.

Ye sons of dear England, your Saviour is calling
You back to His Fold and your forefathers' faith;
A.h love Him, then, Jove Him; for the dark night
is falling,
And the light of His love shaH be with you in
death.

Yes, come to the Saviour, whose mercy grows
brighter
The longer you look at the depths of His love;
And fear not! 'tis Jesus, and life's cares grow
lighter.
As you think of the home and the glory above.

Have you sinned as none else in the world have
before you?
Are you blacker than all other creatures in guilt?
Oh fear not, and doubt not! the mother who bore
you
Loves you less than the Saviour whose Blood you
have spilt.

"O come then to Jesus, and say how you love
Plim,
And vow at His feet you will keep in His
grace;
For one tear that is shed by a sinner can move
Him,
And your sins will drop off in His tender
embrace.

Come, come to His feet and lay open your story
Of suffering and sorrow, of guilt and of shame;
For the pardon of sin is the crown of His glory.
And the joy of our Lord to be true to His Name.

Come quickly to Jesus for graces and pardons,
Come now, for who needs not His mercy and love?
Believe me, dear children, that England's fair gar-
dens
Are dull to the bright land that waits you above.

Oh come to the merciful Saviour who calls you,
Oh come to the Lord who forgives and forgets;
Though dark be the fortune on earth that befals
you,
There's a bright home above where the sun never
sets.

Oh come then to Jesus, whose arms are extended
To fold His dear children in closest embrace;
Oh come, for your exile will shortly be ended.
And Jesus will show you His beautiful Face.

Ye sons of Saint Patrick! dear children of Erin!
'Tis God that hath kept you your wonderful faith!
Ah love Him then, love Him; for the dark night is
nearing.
And the light of His love shall be with you in
death.

Yes, come to the Saviour, Avliose irercy grows
brighter
The longer you look at the depth of His love;
And fear not! ^tis Jesus, and life's cares grow
lighter,
As you think of the home and the glory above.

Have you sinned as none else in the world have be-
fore you?
Are you blanker than all other creatures in guilt?
Oh fear not, and doubt not! the mother who bore
you
Loves you less than the Saviour wlose Blood you
have spilt.

Oh come then to Jesus, and say how you love
Him,
And vow at His feet you will keep in His grace;
For one tear that is shed by a sinner can move
Him,
And your sins will drop olf in His tender em-
brace.

Come, come to His feet, and lay open your story
Of suffering and sorrow, of guilt and of shame;
For the pardon of sin is the crown of His glory.
And the joy of our Lord to be true to His
Name.

Come quickly to Jesus, and drink of His fountains,
Come now, for who needs not His mercy and
love?
Bolieve me, dear children, that Erin's green moun-
tains
Are dull to the bright land that waits you above.