Af 4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink-and never die.
1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,
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.
1 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.
mf 113 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.
1 COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed,
Oh come! accept the promised rest:
The Saviour's gracious 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
1 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'.
1 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.
249 Sinners entreated by the Mercies of Christ.
1 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.
1 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.
1 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.
1 THE voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain:
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain;
For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression,
His blood flows so 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 i
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'll praise him the more;
We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,
And sing of salvation forever and ever!
1 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!
1 OH what amazing words of grace
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 here found life and
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.
C. M. St. Martin's. Stephens. The Gospel Feast.
1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
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