3 Yes, whosoever will, O 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 O, WHAT amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found! Suited to every sinner's case,
Who hears 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 Millions of sinners, vile as you, Have here found life and peace; Come, then, and prove its virtues too, And drink, adore, and bless.
1 RETURN, O wanderer-now return!
And seek thy Father's face!
Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer-now return! He hears thy humble sigh: He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer-now return! Thy Savior bids thee live : Go to his feet-and grateful learn How ready he'll forgive.
4 Beturn, O wanderer-now return, And wipe the falling tear :
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn! 'Tis love invites you near.
1 Jesus, the friend of sinners, calls, With pity in his eyes;
And warns them of the dangerous foes That all around them rise.
2 Fly to the refuge of my arms, And dwell secure from fear: No enemy shall pluck you hence, No weapon wound you here.' 3 With anxious heart, the parent bird Thus calls her offspring round: When furious vultures beat the air, And slaughter stains the ground. 4 The trembling brood, by nature taught, Fly to the known retreat;
Beneath her downy wings are safe, And find the shelter sweet.
5 Shall men, alas! more thoughtless men, Refuse to lend an ear?
Their only refuge madly shun,
And rather die than hear !
IV. REPENTANCE AND REFORMATION.
1 Now see the rebel raise his eyes, From dreaming folly just awake; His soul relents with strange surprise, And all his heart begins to break.
2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear This death I feel in sinful lands, While servants of my Father share The liberal bounty of his hands.
3 With deep repentance on my tongue, I'll go and seek my Father's face; Unworthy to be called a son, I'll only ask a servant's place.
4 Far off his Father saw him come, And o'er him all his bowels yearned; He rose to bless and greet his son, And crown with grace his safe return.
5 The rebel's heart with sorrow filled, Bemoaned the crimes which he had done, Through all the courts the servants smiled, And sang the Father's grace alone.
1 THE Prodigal, with streaming eyes, From folly just awake,
Reviews his wanderings with surprise, His heart begins to break.
2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear The famine in this land;
While servants of my Father share The bounty of his hand.
3 With deep repentance I'll return, And seek my Father's face; Unworthy to be called a son, I'll ask a servant's place.
4 Far off he saw him slowly move, In pensive silence mourn; The Father ran with arms of love, To welcome his return.
5 Through all the courts the tidings flew, And spread the joy around;
The angels tuned their harps anew ; The Prodigal was found!
1 FAR from thy fold, O God, my feet Once moved in error's devious maze; Nor found religious duties sweet, Nor sought thy face, nor loved thy ways.
2 With tenderest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou couldst ne'er approve; And gently drew my soul to thee, With cords of everlasting love.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly, And low in self-abasement fall; A vile, a helpless worm I lie, And thou, my God, art all in all.
1 O THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble sigh ;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears From sorrow's weeping eye!
2 See! low before thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn; Hast thou not bid me seek thy face; Hast thou not said-Return?
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail, To drive me from thy feet? O let not this dear refuge fail, This only safe retreat.
4 O shine on this benighted heart, With beams of mercy shine; And let thy healing voice impart A taste of joys divine.
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