Wait not,—’tis your Saviour’s call;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
162.
P. M.
Moore.
Come, Ye Disconsolate.
1 Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;
Wait not,—’tis your Saviour’s call;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
P. M.
Moore.
1 Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;