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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