O wandering souls, why will you roam Away from God, away from home; The Savior calls, O hear Him say, Whoever will may come today. Behold His hands extended now, The dews of night are on His brow; He knocks, He calls, He waiteth still, Oh, come to Him, whoever will. In simple faith His Word believe, And His abundant grace receive; No love like His the heart can fill, Oh, come to Him, whoever will. The Spirit and the Bride say, Come! And find in Him sweet rest, and home; Let Him that heareth, echo still, The blessèd whosoever will. Whoever will, whoever will, Whoever will may come today; Whoever will may come today, And drink of the water of life.