To the Son of David cry,
In his word he's passing by,
3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.
[4 Debtors, who have nought to pay,
Come to Jesus, haste away;
All your sins on him were laid,
All your debts the Surety paid.
5 It is finish'd, lo! he cries,
Ere on yonder cross he dies;
O believe the record true,
Jesus dy'd for such as you.]
363. 9. 7. Anon.
Weary Souls invited to Christ....Matt. xi. 28. 1 HARK! hark, what sounds are these so pleasing! Sinners, wipe the falling tear: 'Tis love divine, and never ceasing, Flows from Jesus to the ear.
2 "Come unto me all ye that labor;
"Sinners, heavy laden come,"
None are more welcome to the Saviour,
Than the wretched and undone.
3 Let not the weight of sin distress you,
Cease to heave the plaintive sigh;
A hearty welcome now awaits you;
Come, and you shall never die.
4 'Come, ye sinners, come and wonder,
How such nercy you withstood ;
Parch'd with thirst, and starv'd with hunger,
Satiate your souls with good.'
5 If by sin and sore temptation,
Heavy laden and opprest,
Behold the gracious invitation,
Come and I will give you rest.
6 No longer let the tempter keep you
Fast in chains of unbelief;
Tho' late in life, the word assures you,
Christ could save the dying Thief.
7 Mary Magdalen too can witness,
To the mercy she receiv'd:
Then doubt no longer of your fitness→→
Saul, of sinners chief, believ'd.
8 Ho! all ye sinners, heavy laden,
Fly to Christ, the Saviour's breast;
Receive the pressing invitation,
Come, and I will give you rest.
364. 112th. Hammond.
Christ's Blood cleanseth from alt Sin....1 John i. 7. 1 HO! all ye trembling sinners, hear
The pard'ning voice of Christ, and live;
With humble confidence draw near;
Jesus commands you to believe:
Believe, and all your sins are gone-
Believe, and heaven is all your own.
2 If all the sins that men have done
In will, in word, in thought. in deed,
Since worlds were made, or time begun,
Were laid on one poor sinner's head;
The stream of Jesu's precious blood,
At once could cleanse the dreadful load.
365. 148th. Phippard.
God reasoning with Men....Isaiah i. 18.
YE sin-sick souls draw near,
And banquet with your King
His royal bounty share,
And loud hosannas sing:
Here mercy reigns, here peace abounds, Here's blood to heal your dreadful wounds.
Here's clothing for the poor;
Here's comfort for the weak:
Here's strength for tempted souls,
And cordials for the sick-
Here's all a soul can want or need,
Laid up in Christ, the living head.
But may a soul like mine,
All stain'd with guilt and blood,
Approach the throne of grace,
And converse hold with God?
Yes! Jesus calls ;-come, sinners, come,
In mercy's arms there yet is room.
He's on a throne of grace,
And waits to answer pray'r:
What tho' thy sin and guilt
Like crimson doth appear,
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all thy woes.
O wond'rous love and grace-
Did Jesus die for me?
Were all my mum'rous debts
Discharg'd on Calvary ?
Yes, Jesus dy'd-the work is done—
He did for all my sins atone.
The ransom'd of the Lord,
In accents all divine;
And see my Saviour, face to face,
And ever dwell in his embra ce.
Come and welcome to Jesus Christ....Isaiah lv. I.
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore ! Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join'd with pow'r:
He is willing, doubt no more!
[2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry 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.
4 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,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 View him grov'ling in the garden;
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies !
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry, before he dies,
"It is finish'd:"
Sinner will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th' incarnate God descended,
Pleads the merits of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lanib;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name:
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
367. S. M. Doddridge.
Jabes's Prayer....1 Chron. iv. 9, 10.
THOU God of Jabez, hear,
While we entreat thy grace,
And borrow that expressive pray'r,
With which he sought thy face.
"O that the Lord indeed
"Would me his servant bless,
"From ev'ry evil shield my head,
"And crown my paths with peace!
"Be his almighty hand
"My helper and my guide,
"Till, with his saints in Canaan's land,
"My portion he divide."
4 Thus pious Jabez pray'd,
While God inclin'd his ear;
And all by whom this suit is made,
Shall find the blessing near.
Ye youths your vows combine,
With loud united voice;
So shall your heads with honor shine,
And all your hearts rejoice.
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