Invitation to the Mission

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 befalls 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 dear England, your Saviour is calling
You back to His Fold and your forefathers faith;
Ah love Him, then, love Him; for the dark night is falling,
And the light of His love shall 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.

Oh come then to Jesus, and say how
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 gardens
Are dull to the bright land that waits you above.