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f The message as from God receive; 3 Ye heavy-laden, sin-sick souls, Ye all may come to Christ and live: See from the Rock a fountain rise:
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 almighty power,
And strive against your God no Inore.
6 See him set forth before your eyes,
7 This is the time, no more delay;
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SINNERS, obey the gospel-word, Haste to the supper of the Lord: Be wise to know your gracious day; All things are ready, come away.
2 Ready the Father is to own
And kiss his late returning son:
Ready your loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his pierced hands.
3 Ready the Spirit to impart
4 Ready for you the angels wait,
5 Come, sinners, to your gracious Lord,
Incline your ear, and hear his word:
His offer'd grace with joy receive,
Hear, sinners, and your souls shall live.
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H0, every one that thirsts, draw nigh,
"Tis God invites man's fallen race;
Salvation without money buy,
Buy wine, and milk, and gospelgrace.
2 Come to the living waters, come; Sinners, obey your Maker's call:
Return, ye weary wanderers, home, God's grace in Christ is free for all.
For you in healing streams it rolls From Jesus, made a sacrifice.
3 Behold, our God incarnate stands, And calls his wandering creatures home; [hands; He all day long spreads out his Come, weary souls, to Jesus come: Tho' ye be e'er so much oppress'd, Believe, and he will give you rest. 4 Ah, do not of his goodness doubt, His saving grace for all is free; He says, “I ne'er will cast him out, – Who as a sinner comes to me; I can to none myself deny:” [die 2 Come, sinners, come; why will you
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SINNERS, would ye be healed?
2 His wounds are open fountains
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WHERE shall my wondering soul begin, While I to heavenly songs aspire? A slave redeem'd from death & sin, A brand pluck'd from eternal fire; How shall I due thanksgivings raise, And sound my great Deliverer's praise? 2 O how shall I the goodness tell, Saviour, which thou hast shown to me? That I, a child of wrath and hell, A happy child of God should be; Should know, should feel my sins forgiv'n, And that I am an heir of heaven. 3 Outcasts of men, to you I call, Harlots and publicans, believe; He spreads his arms to embrace you all, Repenting sinners he'll receive; No need of him the righteous have, He came the lost to seek and save.
4 Come, O my fellow-sinners, come, Groaning beneath sim's ponderous weight; [home; He calls you now, invites you Come quickly, ere it be too late: Though foes protest, and friends repine, [mine. He died for crimes like yours and
5 For you the healing current flow'd From the Redeemer's wounded side; Languish'd for you the Son of God, For you the Prince of glory died:
| Believe, your sins shall be forgiv'n;
Only believe, and yours is heaven.