Come close to me—I love my erring sheep.
My blood can cleanse thy sins of blackest dye,
I understand, if thou canst only weep.”
Words fail thee—never mind,
Thy Saviour can read e’en a sigh, or tear;
I came, sin-stricken heart, to heal and bind,
And died to save thee—to My heart thou’rt dear.
Come now—the time is short,
Longing to pardon and to bless, I wait;
Look up to Me, My sheep so dearly bought,