come all ye pining
Lord, we adore thy boundless grace, The heights and depths unknown, Of pardon, life, and joy, and peace, In thy beloved Son.
Chorus: Come, all ye pining, hungry poor, The Saviour’s bounty taste; Behold a never-failing store For every willing guest.
O wondrous gifts of love divine, Dear Source of every good; Jesus, in thee what glories shine! How rich thy flowing blood!
Here shall your numerous wants receive A free, a full supply; He has unmeasured bliss to give, And joys that never die.
~Anne Steele, Gadsby Hymnal #1039
















