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Thus, at the door, shall mercy stand
In all her winning forms ?
Unmov'd and cold remain ?
Must mercy plead in vain ?
His charming voice unheard ?
Remain for ever: barr'd ?
The lodging has possest,
Against the heav'nly guest.
Thy mighty pow'r display ;
Can drive my foes away.
Dear Saviour, enter in ;
("Tis God invites the fallen race,) Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine and milk, and gospel grace, Come to the living waters, come,
Sinners obey your Maker's voice.
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And in redeeming love rejoice. See, from the rock, fountain rise!
For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye lab’ring, burthen'a, sin-sick souls. Nothing ye in exchange shall give; Leave all you havé, and are,
behind : Frankly the gift of God receive;
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
Come, my Father's family,
Ye ransom'd of the Lord; Come, ye sinners, who with me
Are ev'ry where abhorr'd; Let us gladly trace his steps,
Who suffer'd death among the Jews, Who the friendless soul accepts,
Whom all beside refuse, Jesus, the despis'd and mean,
Our master let us own,
The Saviour" he alone :
Despis’d disciples let us be;
For you, my friends, and me. None but Jesus will we sing,
None else will we adore ;
He our Prophet, Priest, and King,
Shall be for evermore:
Nor one on earth our praise may claim, None but Jesus call we ours,
None but the bleeding Lamb.
COME, ye wretched souls, to Jesus,
Weak' and wounded, sick and poor; Jesus ready stands to save us,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r. He is able, &c.
He is willing ; doubt no more. Ho! ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify: True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh; Without money, &c.
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
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, &c. 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruis’d and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all : Not the righteous, &c.
Sinners Jesus came to call. Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies ; On the bloody tree behold him :
Hear him cry, before he dies, • It is finish’d, &c.
Sinners, will not this suffice ? Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood : Venture on him, venture wholly ;
Let no other trust intrude : None but Jesus, &c.
Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name: Hallelujah, &c.
Sinners here may sing the same.
315. Invitation. Let ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;
With an inviting voice.
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;
A soul-reviving feast,
The rich provision taste.
And pine away and die,
With springs that never dry. Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floeds of milk and wine.
Are everlasting mines,
And boundless as
Stand open night and day :