Long hath he sought for you though 2 Who would still such mercy grieve? sure, Shuts not the door of grace to-day; 11 Draw me, a sinner, unto thee, Thou sinner's Friend, thou gracious Saviour; Grant I, and all may ardently 237. T. 205. SINNERS! come, the Saviour see, Hands, feet, side, and temples view; See him bleeding on the tree, See his heart is pierc'd for you! View awhile, then haste away, Find a thousand more, and say, Come, ye sinners, come with me, View him bleeding on the tree. I Sinners! hear instruction mild, Each become a little child; None that comes, need come in vain. 4 care, And the blame their own confess, In the Lamb's redemption share, To his wounds have free access. They, who deem'd themselves the chief Pardon'd sinners they remain : Their adoption they maintain. 238. T. 585. COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched. Weak and wounded, sick and sore Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and pow'r : He is able, :||: He is willing; doubt no more. 2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome; Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, you linger, 4 Let not conscience make This he gives you, :||: Lo, your Maker prostrate lies! 6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended None but Jesus :||: 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sinners, here, may sing the same. 239. T. 591. SINNER, hear thy Saviour's call, Grace to save thee from thy fears; And wipe away thy tears. Hath shed his precious blood? 3 Think how on the cross he hung, Pierc'd with a thousand wounds! And ransom thee from woe. That thou may'st live by faith. While he saith, "there yet is room;" 240. T. 22. COME, sinners, to the gospel-feast; 2 Attend! the gospel trumpet sounds, 5 His love is mighty to compel ; His offer'd benefits embrace, 7 This is the time, no more delay; T. 22. 241. 15 In search of empty joys below, Ye toil with unavailing strife: Whither, ah! whither would ye go? Christ hath the words of endless life. 6 To you he calls," my goodness My promises for all are free: And let your souls delight in me." 243. T. 205. SINNERS, hear the joyful news, And spreads for you his pierced hands... I do not desire your death, 3 Ready the Spirit to impart 242. T. 22. HO! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh, 'Tis God invites man's fallen race; Salvation without money buy, Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace, 2 Come to the living waters, come, Sinners, obey your Maker's call; Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, God's grace in Christ is free for all. 3 Ye heavy laden, sin-sick souls, See from the Rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls From Jesus, made a sacrifice! 4 Nothing you in exchange need give; Leave all you are, and have, behind: Thankful the gift of God receive, Pardon and peace in Jesus find. "Rather, rather would I see Ready blessings to bestow. 244. T. 106. YE sinners, in the gospel trace The Friend and Saviour of mankind; His glory thro' a veil is seen, And God with God, is man with men. 3 Behold our God incarnate stands, And calls his wand'ring creatures home; He all day long spreads out his hands; Come, weary souls, to Jesus come: Tho' ye be e'er so much opprest, Believe, and he will give you rest. 4 Ah, do not of his goodness doubt, 4 Come, O my fellow sinners, come, Groaning beneath sin's pond'rous weight; He calls you now, invites you home! Come, sinners, come; why will ye die? Tho' foes protest, and friends repine, WHERE shall my wond'ring soul begin A brand pluck'd from eternal fire; How shall I due thanksgivings raise, And sound my great Deliv'rer'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; He dy'd for crimes like your's and mine. 5 For you the healing current flow'd From the Redeemer's wounded side; Languish'd for you th' eternal God, For you the Prince of glory dy'd! Believe, your sins shall be forgiv❜n; Only believe, and your's is Heav'n. 247. T. 11. Now begin the heav'nly theme, 2 Ye, who see the Father's grace Willing slaves of death and sin; Should know, should feel my sins for- Nothing but redeeming love. giv’n, And that I am an heir of heav'n! 3 Outcasts of men, to you I call, Harlots and publicans, believe; 6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, His tremendous foes and our's, From their cursed empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love. 7 Sing, ye ransom'd, to his praise, Tune your songs to grateful lays; Mortals, join the hosts above, Join to praise redeeming love. Repentance unto Life. 250.* T. 132. LORD Jesus Christ, my sov'reign Good, Thou fountain of salvation! Behold how sin's most dreadful load Fills me with condemnation. My sins indeed are numberless; O Lord, regard my deep distress, Relieve my guilty conscience. 2 In pity look upon my need, Remove thou my oppression; Since thou hast suffer'd in my stead, And paid for my transgression; Let me not yield to dark despair, Nor live in constant dread and fear Of death and condemnation. 6 Lord, I'approach thy mercy-seat, And them no more remember. And yield thee true obedience. 8 Thy joyful Spirit give me pow'r, Thy stripes heal my diseases; 3 When I review my mis-spent days Apply thy blood at my last hour I feel a heavy burden; Reflecting on my trespasses, I scarce could hope for pardon; But should be hopeless and forlorn, Uncertain where for help to turn, If I had not thy promise. 4 But thy reviving gospel-word, Which leads me to salvation, Doth joy unspeakable afford, And lasting consolation. This tells me, thou wilt not disdain A broken heart replete with pain, That turns to thee, O Jesus. 5 Me, heavy-laden sinner, hear, To thee I make confession; To my complaints now lend an ear, Regard my supplication. My longing is, O wash me clean From ev'ry spot and stain of sin, Like David and Manasseh. To save me, dearest Jesus! 251.* T. 132. OUT of the deep I cry to thee, My God! with heart's contrition; Bow down thine ear in grace to me, And hear thou my petition; For if in judgment thou wilt try Man's sin, and great iniquity, Ah! who can stand before thee? 2 T' obtain remission of our sin, No work of ours availeth; We're helpless, guilty and unclean, Unless God's grace prevaileth; We're 'midst our fairest actions lost, And none 'fore him of aught can boast, We live alone thro' mercy. |