Wandering pilgrims, mourning Christians,
Weak and tempted lambs of Christ,
Who endure great tribulation,
And with sins are much distressed;
Christ has sent me to invite you,
To a rich and costly feast;
Let not shame nor pride prevent you,
Come, the sweet provision taste.
If you have a heart lamenting,
And bemoan your wretched case,
Come to Jesus Christ repenting,
He will give you gospel grace:
If you want a heart to fear him,
Love and serve him all your days,
Only come to Christ and ask him,
He will guide your feet always.
If your heart is unbelieving,
Doubting Jesus' pardoning love,
Lay hard by Bethesda waiting
Till the troubled waters move;
If no man appears to help you,
All their efforts prove but talk;
Jesus, Jesus he will cleanse you,
Rise take up your bed and walk.
If, like Peter you are sinking,
In the sea of unbelief;
Wait with patience, always praying,
Christ will send you sweet relief;
He will give you grace and glory,
All your wants shall be supplied,
Canaan, Canaan lies before you,
Rise and cross the swelling tide.
Death shall not destroy your comfort,
Christ shall guard you through the gloom;
Down he'll send a heavenly convoy,
To convey you to his home;
There you'll spend your days in pleasure,
Free from every want and care:
Come, oh! come, my blessed Savior,
Fain my spirit would be there.