Dropping souls! no longer mourn,
Jesus still is precious;
If to him you now return,
Heav'n will be propitious;
Jesus now is passing by,
Calling wand'rers near him;
Drooping souls! you need not die,
Go to him and hear him!

2 He has pardons full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Still he cries -- "Come unto me,
Weary, heavy laden!"
Tho' your sins, like mountains high,
Rise, and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on him rely,
All shall be forgiven.

3 Precious is the Savior's name,
All his saints adore him;
He to save the dying came; --
Prostrate bow before him!
Wand'ring sinner! now return;
Contrite souls! believe him!
Jesus calls you; cease to mourn;
Worship him; receive him.

Thomas Hastings.1831.