2 Come, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
4 Agonizing in the garden,
Your Redeemer prostrate lies
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry, before he dies,
"It is finish'd!"
Sinners, will not this suffice?
5 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascending,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him-venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
6 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful courts of heaven Sweetly echo with his name; Alleluia !
Sinners here may sing the same.
382 "How should a man be just with God!" S. M.
H, how shall fallen man
A be just before his God!
If he contend in righteousness,
We sink beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark,
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!
Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake:
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.
5 Ah, how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.
"There shall be a fountain opened for sin C. M.
and uncleanness."
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from mamanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Dear, dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd Church of God
Be saved to sin no more.
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,
When this poor, lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
384 "Escape for thy life; look not behind thee, P. M. neither stay thou in all the plain; escape
to the mountain, lest thou be consumed."
THE voice of free grace
Cries, Escape to the mountain;
For Adam's lost race
Christ hath opened a fountain:
For sin and uncleanness
And every transgression,
His blood flows most freely
In streams of salvation.
Alleluia to the Lamb
Who hath bought us our pardon ;
We'll praise him again
When we pass over Jordan.
2 Ye souls that are wounded,
To Jesus repair;
He calls you in mercy,
And can you forbear?
Though your sins be as scarlet,
Still flee to the mountain,
That blood can remove them
Which streams from this fountain.
Alleluia, etc.
3 O Jesus! ride onward,
Triumphantly glorious;
O'er sin, death, and hell
Thou'rt more than victorious;
Thy name is the theme
Of the great congregation,
While angels and saints
Raise the shout of salvation.
Alleluia, etc.
4 With joy shall we stand
When escaped to that shore;
With our harps in our hand
We will praise him the more;
We'll range the sweet fields.
On the banks of the river,
And sing of salvation
For ever and ever.
Alleluia, etc.
"Unite my heart to fear thy name."
TO grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be;
Let thy love, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee!
2 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love
Here's my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above!
386 If any man sin, we have an advocate L. M.
THOU that hear'st wh be sine
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin :
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
5 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song:
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
"Take not thy Holy Spirit from me."
TAY, thou long-suffering Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite ;
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
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