From the cross, uplifted high,

Where the Saviour deigns to die,

What melodious sounds we hear,

Bursting on the ravished ear!

“Love’s redeeming work is done;

Come and welcome, sinner, come.

2 “Sprinkled now with blood the throne,

Why beneath thy burdens groan?

On my piercéd body laid,

Justice owns the ransom paid;

Bow the knee, embrace the Son;

Come and welcome, sinner, come.

3 “Spread for thee the festal board,

See with richest dainties stored;

To thy Father’s bosom pressed,

Yet again a child confessed,

Never from his house to roam—

Come and welcome, sinner, come.

4 “Soon the days of life shall end;

Lo! I come, your Saviour, Friend,

Safe your spirits to convey

To the realms of endless day,

Up to my eternal home;

Come and welcome, sinner, come.”