III. WARNING AND INVITATION.
1 COME, sinners, saith the mighty God,
Abhorrent as your crimes have been,
Lo, I descend from mine abode,
To reason with the sons of men.
2 No clouds of darkness veil my face,
No vengeful lightnings flash around;
I come with terms of life and peace;
Where sin hath reigned, let grace abound.
3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call,
And to thy gracious sceptre bow;
O, make our crimson sins like wool,
Our scarlet guilt like stainless snow.
4 So shall our thankful lips repeat
Thy praises with a tuneful voice,
While humbly prostrate at thy feet,
We wonder, tremble, and rejoice.
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Heavenly mercy now implore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, join'd with power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;
Tis his Spirit's rising beam.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined in your thrall !
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous-
Sinners Jesus came to call.
1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,.
For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.
3 0, come, and with his ransomed taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.
1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
Who feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys.
To fill th' immortal mind-
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast;
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With streams that never dry.
5 The happy gates of gospel grace,
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
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 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn;
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here resign your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
4 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balin that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest, eternal, sacred, sure.
1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full provision made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,
Come take it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
1 YE dying sons of men,
Immerged in guilt and woe!
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 yet is room.
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.
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