Come to the Father’s house,
Come ere the day be gone;
Tempests are gath’ring fast,
Darkness is coming on.

Refrain

Fly, for the tempest is coming,
Sweeping the fields of sin;
Knock at the portals of mercy,
Jesus will let you in.

Look at the weary way,
Look where thy feet have trod,
Finding no rest nor peace,
Wand’ring away from God.

Refrain

Haste from the fields of sin,
Fly for thy life today;
Come to our Father’s house;
Enter the narrow way.

Refrain