2 He left the shining courts on high, 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, 4 His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, 129. "Yet there is Room." C. M. 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; 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart; Nor will he bid the soul depart 4 In him the Father reconcil'd, Invites your souls to come; Steele. 130. "Yet there is Room." H. M. 1 Ye dying sons of men, Immerg'd in sin and wo, 2 No longer now delay; No vain excuses frame; 3 Compell'd by bleeding love, Ye wand'ring souls, draw near; Boden. 131. The Voice of Mercy. 8, 7, 4. 1 Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls; 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. You must perish, if you stay. Reed. 132. Universal Invitation. C. M. 1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice! The trumpet of the Gospel sounds, 2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared And bids your longing appetites 4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams, And pine away and die ; Here you may quench your raging thirst 5 The happy gates of gospel grace Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 133. Free Salvation. L. M. Watts. 1 Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh, 'Tis God invites the fallen race; Mercy and free salvation buy, Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 2 Ye nothing in exchange can give, Leave all ye have and are behind; Freely the gift of God receive, Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 134. Come and welcome. 7's. What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravish'd ear: "Love's redeeming work is done, " Come and welcome, sinner, come. 2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne, "Why beneath thy burdens groan? "On my pierced body laid, "Justice owns the ransom paid; "Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, "Come and welcome, sinner, come. 3 "Soon the days of life shall end, "Lo, I come, your Saviour, friend, "Safe your spirits to convey To the realms of endless day; "Up to my eternal home, Come and welcome, sinner, come." Hawes. 135. The Disconsolate invited. 11, 10. 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 1 |