Back from the weary wand’ring, Into the narrow way; Jesus is tenderly calling, Calling the sheep that stray. Out of the dreary desert Into the pastures green, Out of the land of darkness Into the light serene. Why should we longer tarry, Why should we longer roam Far from the place of refuge, Far from the sheltering home? Come, for the hours are waning: Come from the mountains cold; Come from the storm and tempest Into the Shepherds fold! Still, still Jesus is calling; Hear, oh, hear Him say: “Weary, heavy-laden, Come, come today!”