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2. See, Jesus stands with open arms;

He calls, He bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;

But see, there yet is room-
3. Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;

There love pity meet;
Nor will He bid the soul depart

That trembles at His feet.

4. O come, and with His children taste

The blessings of His love;
While hope attends the sweet repast

Of nobler joys above.
5. There, with united heart and voice,

Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice

In ecstasies unknown.

6. And yet ten thousand thousand more

Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;

Approach, there yet is room.


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1. OH! what amazing words of grace

Are in the Gospel found,
Suited to every sinner's case

Who hears the joyful sound !
2. Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,

Your every burden bring;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds

A deep, celestial spring.
3. This spring with living water flows,

And heavenly joy imparts;
Come, thirsty souls! your wants disclose,

And drink, with thankful hearts.

4. Millions of sinners, vile as you,

Have here found life and peace;
Come then, and prove

its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.



C. M.
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;

That gracious voice obey;
'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys;

And can you yet delay ?
4. Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;

To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy love imparts,

And drink, and never die.



C. M.
1. Come, sinner, to the Gospel feast;

O, come without delay;
For there is room in Jesus' breast

For all who will obey.
2. There's room in God's eternal love

To save thy precious soul;
Room in the Spirit's grace above

To heal and make thee whole.
3. There's room within the church, redeemed

With blood of Christ divine;
Room in the white-robed throng, convened

For that dear soul of thine.

4. There's room in heaven among the choir,

And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of victory there,

And joys that ne'er were told.
5. There's room around thy Father's board

For thee and thousands more:
O, come and welcome to the Lord;
Yea, come this very hour.


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1. On, if my soul were formed for woe,

How would I vent my sighs !
Repentance should like rivers flow

From both my streaming eyes. 2. ’T was for


dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away a dying life

For thee, my soul, for thee.
3. Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine

That crucified my Lord;
Those sins that pierced and nailed His flesh

Fast to the fatal wood !
4. Yes, my Redeemer—they shall die;

My heart has so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things

That made my Saviour bleed.
5. While with a melting, broken heart,

My murdered Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,

And slay the murderers too.


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1. RETURN, O wand'rer, to thy home,

Thy Father calls for thee;
No longer now an exile roam,
In guilt and misery :
Return, return!

2. Return, O wand'rer, to thy home,

'Tis Jesus calls for thee;
The Spirit and the Bride say-come;
Oh! now for refuge flee;

Return, return!
3. Return, wand'rer, to thy home,

'Tis madness to delay;
There are no pardons in the tomb,
And brief is mercy's day:

Return, return!



C. M.
1. RETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn

Were kindled by His grace.
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 Jesus can forgive.
4. Wretched wanderer, now return,

And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls--no longer mourn;

Tis love invites thee near.
5. From all thy wanderings, now return,

Regain thy long-sought rest:
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn

To clasp thee to His breast.



C. M.
1. BEHOLD, my soul,' the narrow bound

Of the revolving year :
How swift the weeks complete their round,

How short the months appear,

2. So fast eternity comes on,

And that important day,
When all that mortal life has done,

God's judgment shall survey. 3. Yet, like an idle tale, we spend

The swift-advancing year;
And study artful ways to mend

The speed of its career.
4. Waken, O God ! my trifling heart,

Its great concern to see;
That I may act the Christian part,

And give the year to Thee.
5. So shall their course more grateful roll,

If future years arise;
Or this shall bear my happy soul

To joy that never dies.


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1. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at Thy feet

A guilty rebel lies;
And upward to the mercy-seat

Presumes to lift his eyes.
2. If tears of sorrow would suffice
To the debt I

Tears should from both my weeping eyes

In ceaseless torrents flow. 3. But no such sacrifice I plead

To expiate my guilt;
No tears, but those which Thou hast shed-

No blood, but Thou hast spilt.
4. Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord !

And all my sins forgive:
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.


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