SINNERS, behold the Lamb of God,
Who takes away our guilt;
Look to th' atoning precious blood,
That for our sins he spilt.
2 Sinners, to Jesus now draw near,
Invited by his word;
The chief of sinners need not fear;
Behold the Lamb of God!
3 Backsliders, too, the Saviour calls,
And washes in his blood:
Arise-return from grievous falls;
Behold the Lamb of God!
4 In every state, and time, and place,
Nought plead but Jesus' blood ;
However wretched be your case,
Behold the Lamb of God!
5 Spirit of grace, to us apply
Immanuel's precious blood;
That we may, with thy saints on high,
Behold the Lamb of God.
THE voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain:
For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain;
For sin and uncleanness-for every transgression,
His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation.'
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon;
We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan.
2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair,
Now he calls you in mercy-and can you forbear?
Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain,
His blood can remove them-it flows from the fountain.
3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious;
O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious;
With shouting proclaim it-oh trust in his passion,
He saves us most freely-oh precious salvation !
4 Our Jesus his name now proclaims all victorious,
He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious:
To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,
And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation.
5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;
With harps in our hands, we will praise him the more;
We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,
And sing of salvation forever and ever!
THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whispering, 'Sinner, come ;'
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, 'Come!'
2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, 'Come!'
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will,
Oh 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 l
OH what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to every sinner's case,
Who knows 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 Whoever will-oh gracious word!-
Shall of this stream partake;
Come, thirsty souls-and bless the Lord,
And drink for Jesus' sake!
5 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.
C. M. St. Martin's. Stephens. The Gospel Feast.
YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.
2 There Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls-he bids you come:
Though guilt restrains-and fear alarms,
Behold, there yet is room.
3 Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope expects the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In songs on earth unknown.
5 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
And enter while there's room.
The Gospel adapted to give Peace and Rest.
PEACE, humbled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo;
Cease thy complaint-suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed,
Unburthen here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour-glorious word!
Forever love and praise the Lord.
Sinners invited to Living Waters.
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 Come to the living waters-come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find his gi is free to all.
GREAT Source of being and of love!
Thou waterest all the worlds above;
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Sion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 This gentle stream, with sudden force,
Swells to a river in its course;
Through desert realms its windings play,
And scatter blessings all the way.
4 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odors give,
And on their fruit the nations live.
5 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory crowned,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave-
To him who all thy virtues gave.
Now the accepted Time.
NOW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come ;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
mp 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with thy love:
Then will the angels swiftly fly
To bear the news above.
S. M. Little Marlboro'. Dunbar.
ALL yesterday is gone!
To-morrow's not our own;
O sinner, come, without delay,
To bow before the throne!
2 Oh hear his voice to-day,
And harden not your heart:
To-morrow, with a frown, he may
Pronounce the word-depart.
Pardon and Sanctification offered.
IN vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
2 But God can every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace:
He gives by covenant, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.
3 Come-and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains
In that dear fountain which his Son
Poured from his dying veins.
4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law;
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.
5 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We, the dear people of his love,
And he, our God of grace.
God's gracious Call to Sinners.
LET us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above:
For, lo! the great Jehovah speaks,
And every word is love.
2 Lord, help us now to seek thy face,
By Christ the living way;
And praise thee for this hour of grace
Through an eternal day!
RETURN, O wanderer-now return!
And seek thy Father's face!
Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.
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