Verse 1
To the hedges and high-ways
Ev’n now thy servant goes,
All the riches of thy grace
To wandring sinners shows,
Seeks the vagabonds that fly,
The most abandon’d slaves of sin,
Outcasts at the point to die,
And forces to come in.
Verse 2
Jesus bleeding on the tree,
Thy death their hearts compels,
Then they feel the joy in Thee
Which all delight excels,
Croud into thine house below,
Convinc’d thy flesh is meat indeed,
Thee their Life eternal know,
And on thy fulness feed.