1. Come, weary souls with sin distressed, Come, and ac- cept the promised rest; 음
The Sav-iour's gracious call
o-bey, And cast your gloom-y fears away.
2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load,
O, come and spread your woes abroad!
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift! how free the grace!
4 Lord, we accept, with thankful hearts,
The hopes thy gracious word imparts;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind, inviting voice.
5 Dear Saviour, let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.
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1 "TAKE up thy cross," the Saviour said,
"If thou wouldst my disciple be;
Deny thyself, the world forsake,
And humbly follow after me."
2 Take up thy cross; let not its weight
Fill thy weak spirit with alarm;
His strength shall bear thy spirit up,
And brace thy heart and nerve thy arm.
3 Take up thy cross, nor heed the shame;
Nor let thy foolish pride rebel;
Thy Lord for thee the cross endured,
To save thy soul from death and hell.
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1 GOD calling yet! shall I not hear?
Earth's pleasures shall I still hold dear?
Shall life's swift passing years all fly,
And still my soul in slumber lie?
2 God calling yet! shall I not rise?
Can I his loving voice despise,
And basely his kind care repay?
He calls me still; can I delay?
3 God calling yet! and shall he knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve?
4 God calling yet! and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but he does not forsake:
He calls me still; my heart, awake!
5 God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay;
Vain world, farewell! from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart.
1. Why do we waste on tri fling cares That life which God's compassion spares,
While in the va-rious range of thought, The one thing needful is
2 Shall God invite us from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give us pain?
And all these pleas unite in vain?
3 Not so our eyes will always view
Those objects which we now pursue;
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God, thy grace impart ; Fix deep conviction on each heart; Nor let us waste on trifling cares That life which thy compassion spares. Philip Doddridge. 392
1 COME hither, all ye weary souls;
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 They shall find rest who learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.
4 Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mold and guide us at thy will.
1 BEHOLD a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before,
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.
2 O, lovely attitude! he stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
O, matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will, the very friend you need-
The Friend of sinners; yes, 't is he,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine-
That soul-destroying monster, sin-
And let the heavenly Stranger in.
5 Admit him ere his anger burn;
His feet, departed, ne'er return:
Admit him, or the hour's at hand
When at his door denied you'll stand.
Joseph Grigg.
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way. William B. Collyer.
1. Re-turn, O wander er, return, And seek thy Father's face;
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live;
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn
How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn;
'Tis love invites thee near.
5 Return, O wanderer, return;
Regain thy long-sought rest;
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn
To clasp thee to his breast.
Wm. B. Collyer.
1 THE Saviour calls;-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.
3 Ye sinners, come; 't is mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And can you yet delay?
1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last, resolve:-
2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sins
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace.
4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish I will pray,
And perish only there.
1. Why do we waste on trifling cares That life which God's compassion spares,
While in the va-rious range of thought, The one thing needful is
2 Shall God invite us from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give us pain?
And all these pleas unite in vain?
3 Not so our eyes will always view
Those objects which we now pursue ;
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God, thy grace impart; Fix deep conviction on each heart; Nor let us waste on trifling cares That life which thy compassion spares. Philip Doddridge. 392 1 COME hither, all ye weary souls;
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 They shall find rest who learn of me;
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light.
4 Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mold and guide us at thy will.
1 BEHOLD a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before,
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.
2 O, lovely attitude! he stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
O, matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
3 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will, the very friend you need-
The Friend of sinners; yes, 't is he,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine-
That soul-destroying monster, sin-
And let the heavenly Stranger in.
5 Admit him ere his anger burn;
His feet, departed, ne'er return:
Admit him, or the hour 's at hand
When at his door denied you'll stand.
Joseph Grigg.
394 1 HASTE, traveler, haste! the night comes ou And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art far from home and rest. 2 Then linger not in all the plain, Flee for thy life, the mountain gain; Look not behind, make no delay, O speed thee, speed thee on thy way. William B. Collyer.
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
He hears thy humble sigh;
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live;
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn
How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe the falling tear;
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn;
"Tis love invites thee near.
5 Return, O wanderer, return;
Regain thy long-sought rest;
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn
To clasp thee to his breast.
1 THE Saviour calls;-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.
3 Ye sinners, come; 't is mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And can you yet delay?
1 O SINNER, heed the voice of God,
It speaks to you to-day,
And calls you by his sacred word
From sin's destructive way.
2 It bids you turn to him, and live
Through his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those who seek his face.
3 Bow to the scepter of his word,
Renouncing every sin:
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And bid him reign within.
1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last, resolve:-
2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sins
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace.
4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish I will pray,
And perish only there.
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