1 CHILD of sin and sorrow,
Filled with dismay,
Wait not for to-morrow,
Yield thee to-day :
Heaven bids thee come,
While yet there's room;
Child of sin and sorrow,
Hear and obey.
2 Child of sin and sorrow,
Why wilt thou die?
Come while thou canst borrow
Help from on high;
Grieve not that love
Which from above,
Child of sin and sorrow,
Would bring thee nigh.
3 Child of sin and sorrow,
Thy moments glide,
Like the flitting arrow,
Or the rushing tide.
Ere time is o'er,
Heaven's grace implore;
Child of sin and sorrow,
In Christ confide.
2 Tempt not my soul away, Jesus is mine!
Here would I ever stay,
Jesus is mine!
Perishing things of clay,
Born but for one brief day,
Pass from my heart away,
Jesus is mine!
1 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. 2 Agonizing in the garden,
Your Redeemer prostrate lies; On the bloody tree behold Him, Hear Him cry, before He dies, It is finished!
Sinners, will not this suffice?
3 Lo, the incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly ;
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
4 Saints and angels joined in concert. Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with His name : Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
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 Ho, 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.
1 COME, sinners, to the gospel feast;
Let every soul be Jesus' guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call: The invitation is to all:
Come all the world! come, sinner, thou!
All things in Christ are ready now.
3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppressed,
Ye restless wanderers after rest;
Ye poor, and maimed, and balt, and blind,
In Christ a hearty welcome find.
4 My message as from God receive;
Ye all may come to Christ and live:
O let His love your hearts constrain,
Nor suffer Him to die in vain.
5 His love is mighty to compel :
His conquering love consent to feel:
Yield to His love's resistless power,
And fight against your God no more!
1 GOD calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumbers lie?
2 God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I His loving voice despise.
And basely His kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?
3 God calling yet! and shall He knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare His Spirit grieve?
4 God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but He does not forsake;
He calls me still; my heart, awake!
5 God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell; from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.
1 He who, a little child, began
The life divine to show to man, Proclaims from heaven the message free, "Let little children come to Me."
2 We bring them, Lord, and with the sign
Of sprinkled water, name them Thine:
Their souls with saving grace endow,
Baptize thein with Thy Spirit now !
3 O give Thine angels charge, good Lord,
Them safely in Thy way to guard;
Thy blessing on their lives comraand,
And write their names upon Thy hand!
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