Come Now, Saith the Lord

Come

souls that are long­ing for plea­sure

Our Sav­ior has plea­sures to give;

Come find in His love the rare trea­sure

That makes ev­ery true plea­sure live.

Come now

saith the Lord

let us rea­son

Come now and your pur­pose de­clare;

Is it plea­sures of sin for a sea­son

Or plea­sures the glo­ri­fied share?

The plea­sures of sin are de­ceiv­ing

They’ve no­thing for yes­ter­day’s pain

But hope of to­mor­row re­ceiv­ing

And then

it’s to­mor­row again.

The plea­sures of sin are all fleet­ing

They van­ish with life’s pass­ing morn;

Like dew­drops the morn­ing sun greet­ing

They glist­en

and then they are gone.

Then all who are long­ing for plea­sure

Ye wea­ry

and all who are worn;

Come find in the Lord a sure trea­sure

That from you shall nev­er be torn.

Of Je­sus

thy choice now be mak­ing

Redeemer

and Sav­ior

and Lord;

And soon in the glo­ry awak­ing

You’ll share in the saint’s blest re­ward.