Who Are These That Come from Far?

Who are these that come from far

Swifter than a fly­ing cloud!

Thick as flock­ing doves they are

Eager in pur­suit of God:

Trembling as the storm draws nigh

Hastening to their place of rest

See them to the win­dows fly

To the ark of Je­su’s breast!

Who are these but sin­ners poor

Conscious of their lost es­tate

Sin-sick souls

who for their cure

On the good Phy­si­cian wait;

Fallen who be­wail their fall

Proffered mer­cy who em­brace

Listening to the Gos­pel call

Longing to be saved by grace.

For his mate the tur­tle moans

For his God the sin­ner sighs;

Hark

the mu­sic of their groans

Humble groans that pierce the skies

Surely God their sor­rows hears

Every ac­cent

every look

Treasures up their gra­cious tears

Notes their suf­fer­ings in His book.

He who hath their cure be­gun

Will He now des­pise their pain?

Can He leave His work un­done

Bring them to the birth in vain?

No; we all who seek shall find

We who ask shall all re­ceive

Be to Christ in spir­it joined

Free from sin for­ev­er live.