1 Christ in His heavenly garden walks all day,
And calls to souls upon the world’s highway;
Wearied with trifles, maimed and sick with sin,
Christ by the gate stands, and invites them in.

2 “How long, unwise, will ye pursue your woe?
Here from the throne sweet waters ever go:
Here the white lilies shine like stars above:
Here in the red rose burns the face of love.

3 “’Tis not from earthly paths I bid you flee,
But lighter in My ways your feet will be:
’Tis not to summon you from human mirth,
But add a depth and sweetness not of earth.

4 “Still by the gate I stand as on ye stray:
Turn your steps hither: am not I the Way?
The sun is falling fast; the night is nigh:
Why will ye wander? Wherefore will ye die?

5 Look on My hands and side, for I am He:
None to the Father cometh, but by Me:
For you I died; once more I call you home:
I live again for you: My children, come!