Aff 4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink-and never die.
COME! said Jesus' sacred vpice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home-
Weary pilgrims! hither come.
2 Hither come-for here is found
Balm for every bleeding wound,
Peace, which ever shall endure
Rest, eternal-sacred-sure!
Invitation to the Heavy-laden.
ALL ye, who feel distressed for sin,
And fear eternal wo,
You Christ invites to enter in
This hour to Jesus go!
2 He, by his own almighty word,
Will all your fears remove;
For every wound his precious blood
A sovereign balm shall prove.
mf13 His conquering grace shall set you free
From sin's oppressive chains,
From Satan's hateful tyranny,
And everlasting pains.
Aff 4 Come then, ye heavy-laden-come!
His instant help implore:
> Millions have found a peaceful home-
There's room for millions more.
COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed,
Oh come! accept the promised rest :
The Saviour's gracions call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppressed with guilt-a painful load,
Oh come, and bow before your God!
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt-and heal your woes;
Here's pardon, life, and endless peace
How rich the gift!-how free the grace!
Eastport. Patmos.
SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
His mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sovereign word,
From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travail all your days,
To reap immortal wo!
4 But he, who turns to God, shall live,
Through his abounding grace:
His mercy will the guilt forgive,
Of those who seek his face.
5 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.
6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts!
He pardons like a God!
He will forgive your numerous faults
Through our Redeemer's blood.
S. M. Haverhill. Little Marlboro'.
OH, cease! my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All this wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
2 Behold the ark of God!
Behold the open door;
Oh! haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
3 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
Sinners entreated by the Mercies of Christ.
COME, ye sinners-poor and wretched
Come in mercy's gracious hour!
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power:
He is able-
He is willing-doubt no more.
2 Come, ye thirsty-ye are welcome!
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace which brings us nigh,
Without money-
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
3 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies'
On the bloody cross behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies-
"It is finished!"-
Heaven's atoning sacrifice!
4 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on him-venture wholly ;
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
YE dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and wo!
Now mercy calls again;
Its message is to you!
Ye perishing and guilty, come!
In mercy's arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame;
Christ bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame ·
All things are ready-sinners, come!
For every trembling soul there's room
3 Drawn by his dying love,
Ye wandering sheep, draw near!
He calls you from above,
The Shepherd's voice now hear:
To him whoever will may come,
In Jesus' arms there still is room.
SINNERS, behold the Lamb of God,
Who takes away our guilt;
Look to th' atoning precious blood,
That for our sins he spilt.
2 Sinners, to Jesus now draw near,
Invited by his word;
The chief of sinners need not fear;
Behold the Lamb of God!
3 Backsliders, too, the Saviour calls,
And washes in his blood:
Arise-return from grievous falls;
Behold the Lamb of God!
4 In every state, and time, and place,
Nought plead but Jesus' blood;
However wretched be your case,
Behold the Lamb of God!
5 Spirit of grace, to us apply
Immanuel's precious blood;
That we may, with thy saints on high,
Behold the Lamb of God.
THE voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain:
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain;
For sin and uncleanness-for every transgression,
His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation.'
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon;
We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan.
2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair,
Now he calls you in mercy-and can you forbear?
Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain,
His blood can remove them-it flows from the fountain.
3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious;
O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious;
With shouting proclaim it-oh trust in his passion,
He saves us most freely-oh precious salvation !
4 Our Jesus his name now proclaims all victorious,
He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious:
To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,
And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation.
5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;
With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more;
We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,
And sing of salvation forever and ever
THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whispering, 'Sinner, come ;'
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, 'Come!'
2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, 'Come!"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will,
Oh let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, 'I quickly come:'
Lord, even so! we wait thy hour;
O blest Redeemer, come
OH what amazing words of
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to every sinner's case,
Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here;
Salvation, like a river, rolls,
Abundant, free, and clear.
3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your every burden bring!
Here love-unchanging love abounds,
A deep, celestial spring!
4 Whoever will-oh gracious word!-
Shall of this stream partake;
Come, thirsty souls-and bless the Lord,
And drink for Jesus' sake!
5 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have bere found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.
C. M. St. Martin's. Stephens. The Gospel Feast.
YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
|