By Winifred B. Eyring
                          

Come unto Christ, O daughters of Zion

Come and behold His hands and His side.

Come see those imprints on flesh that was ragged,

Ragged and torn by cruel nails and thorns.

Come kneel at His feet and feel of His anguish-

The sorrow He suffered for you and for me.

Shedding his blood, drop by drop in the garden,

Then once again as he hung on that tree.

He knows us well, this Son of our Father.

He loves us more than we'll ever perceive.

Let's give away all our sins just to show Him

That we are willing to answer His plea.

With arms that are open, extended in mercy.

He calls to us in the name that we love.

We took upon us that name at our re-birth.

Come,  unto Christ and be perfected in Him.