3 O lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and laden hands; 4 Admit Him, lest His anger burn, 52 THE Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering, "Sinner, come!" 8. M. The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all His children, "Come!" 2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 3 Yes, whosoever will, O let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come;" Lord, even so! I wait Thine hour; 53 LET every ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the Gospel sounds 8. M. 2 Ho! all ye starving souls, And vainly strive with earthly toys 3 Here Wisdom has prepared And bids your longing appetites 4 Ho! ye that pant for streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, 6 The gates of Gospel grace Stand open night and day: Lord! we are come to seek supplies, 54 RETURN, O wanderer, return, L. M. And seek an injured Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return, Thy Savior bids thy spirit live; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; "Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. 55 HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise, L. L And stay not for the morrow's sun, The longer wisdom you despise, The harder is she to be won. 2 O hasten, mercy to implore, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy season should be o'er Before this evening's course be run. 3 Hasten, O sinner, to return, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear thy lamp should fail to burn Before the needful work is done. 4 Hasten, O sinner, to be blest, And stay not for the morrow's sun, For fear the curse should thee arrest Before the morrow is begun. 56 COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 2 Thou art coming to a King: 79 For His grace and power are such, 3 With my burden I begin : 4 Lord, I come to Thee for rest, 5 While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, 6 Show me what I have to do, 57 11s DELAY not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded; the Savior is here; Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened; how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in His par doning blood? 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers, and calls thee today; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight, And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand; The earth shall dissolve, heavens shall fade; and the The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand; What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid? 58 COME, ye weary sinners, come, 2 Come, ye guilty souls oppressed, 3 Jesus, full of truth and love, 78 |