Time for another William Luff poem

He Waits This Hour to Welcome Thee

Poor weary, burdened, anxious one,
With guilt and sin oppressing thee,
Oh seek the gracious Saviour's throne,
He waits this hour to welcome thee.

Thou oft hast made resolves and vows,
While vainly struggling to be free;
Now, come to Jesus. Lo, He bows,
And waits this hour to welcome thee.

His wounded hands, and feet, and side,
His heart of tender mercy, see;
There may thy trembling spirit hide,
He waits this hour to welcome thee.

Come as thou art, He calls thee near,
With all thy sin and sorrow flee;
He speaks! Oh why that timorous fear?
He waits this hour to welcome thee.

Thy sins - He'll freely all forgive;
Thy worthlessness - 'tis all thy plea;
Thy death - His word will bid thee live:
He waits this hour to welcome thee.

He waits - His love has waited long,
Oh, bow at once that stubborn knee;
Come now, and learn salvation's song,
He waits this hour to welcome thee.

He waits - but will not always wait,
Oh, trifle not with His decree;
Tomorrow's hour may be too late,
He waits this hour to welcome thee.