1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore:
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity joined with power;
He is able,

He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Come, ye needy, come, and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 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 the Spirit's rising beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

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"Just as I am."

UST as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!

2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each
spot,

O Lamb of God, I come!

3 Just as am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fighting and fears, within, without,

O Lamb of God, I come!

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

5 Just as I am, thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve! Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

6 Just as I am, (thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down)
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

7 Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height
to prove,

Here for a season, then above,

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O Lamb of God, I come!

1 LORD, turn not thy face away From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life

With tears and bitter cry; Thy mercy's gates are open wide To them that mourn their sin; O shut them not against us, Lord! But let us enter in.

We need not to confess our fault,
For surely thou canst tell;
What we have done, and what we are
Thou knowest very well:
Wherefore to beg and to intreat,
With tears we come to thee,
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father's knee.

3 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,
When thou dost know before we speak
The thing that we would have?
Mercy, O Lord! mercy we ask,
This is the total sum:

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer;
O let thy mercy come !

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THERE is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;

And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

3 O dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,

Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save; When this poor lisping, stammering tongue

Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought free reward
A golden harp for me!

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BLESSED, blessed sounds of grace Still echoing in my ear, Glad is the hour, and loved the placeBut whence my sudden fear?

2 What if a sternly righteous doom Have sealed this call my last! Before me sickness, death, the tomb : Behind the unpardoned past?

3 My Sabbath suns may all have set, My Sabbath scenes be o'er,

The place, at least, where we are met,
May know my steps no more;

4 The prophet of the cross no more
Again preach peace to me;
The voice of interceding prayer
A farewell voice may be.

5 While yet the life-proclaiming word
Doth through my conscience thrill,
Breathe life; and lo! divinely stirred,
I can repent; I will.

6 Thou that a will in me hast wrought, Haste, work in me to do,

And lest the purpose leave my thought,
Now my whole heart renew.

7 Dying Redeemer, to thy breast,
A dying wretch I flee,
Bid me be reconciled and blest,
And born of God, through thee.

"I am thy shield, and thy exceeding great reward."-Genesis xv. 1.

2 The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand:

I all on earth forsake,

Its wisdom, fame, and power; And him my only Portion make, My Shield and Tower.

3 The God of Abraham praise, Whose all-sufficient grace Shall guide me all my happy days, In all my ways.

He calls a worm his friend,
He calls himself my God;
And he shall save me to the end,
Through Jesu's blood.

4 He by himself hath sworn,
I on his oath depend;

I shall, on eagles' wings upborne,
To heaven ascend:

I shall behold his face,
I shall his power adore,

And sing the wonders of his grace
For evermore.

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THOUGH nature's strength decay,
And earth and hell withstand,

To Canaan's bounds I urge my way,
At his command.

The watery deep I pass,
With Jesus in my view;

And through the howling wilderness
My way pursue.

6 The goodly land I see,

With peace and plenty blest;

A land of sacred liberty,

And endless rest:

There milk and honey flow,
And oil and wine abound,
And trees of life for ever grow,
With mercy crowned.

7 There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin,
The Prince of peace;
On Zion's sacred height
His kingdom still maintains,
And glorious with his saints in light
For ever reigns.

8 He keeps his own secure,
He guards them by his side,
Arrays in garments white and pure
His spotless bride:

With streams of sacred bliss,
With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of Paradise,
He still supplies.

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10 The God who reigns on high

The great archangels sing; And, "Holy, holy, holy," cry, "Almighty King!

Who was and is the same, And evermore shall be ; Jehovah, Father, Great I AM, We worship thee."

11 Before the Saviour's face

The ransomed nations bow;
O'erwhelmed at his almighty grace,
For ever new:

He shows his prints of love,-
They kindle to a flame!

And sound through all the worlds above
The slaughtered Lamb.

12 The whole triumphant host Give thanks to God on high; "Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost," They ever cry:

Hail, Abraham's God, and mine! (I join the heavenly lays) All might and majesty are thine, And endless praise.

"All his saints are in thy hand."
Deuteronomy xxxiii. 3.

WHOM Jesu's blood doth sanctify

Need neither sin nor fear;

Hid in our Saviour's hand we lie,

And laugh at danger near:
His guardian hand doth hold, protect,
And save, by ways unknown,
The little flock, the saints elect,
Who trust in him alone.

2 Our Prophet, Priest, and King, to thee We joyfully submit;

And learn, in meek humility,
Our lesson at thy feet:
Spirit and life thy words impart.
And blessings from above;
And drop in every listening heart
The manna of thy love.