Leave, oh leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul;
                                        
                                        Tell not half thy story, but the whole;
                                        
                                        Worlds on worlds are hanging ever on His hand,
                                        
                                        Life and death are waiting His command.
                                        
                                        Yet His tender, loving mercy makes thee room:
                                        
                                        Oh, come home! Oh, come home!
                                        
                                        Yet His tender, loving mercy makes thee room:
                                        
                                        Oh, come home! Oh, come home!