3. Precious is the Saviour's name,
Dear to all that love Him;
He to save the dying came;
Go to Him and prove Him,
Wandering sinners, now return;
Contrite souls, believe Him!
Jesus calls you, cease to mourn;
Worship Him; receive Him.
To God the Father's throne
Perpetual honors raise;
Glory to God the Son!
To God the Spirit praise!
With all our powers,
Eternal King,
Thy name we sing,
While faith adores.
1. DYING Souls, fast bound in sin,
Trembling and repining,
With no ray of light divine
On your pathway shining;
Why in darkness wander on,
Filled with condemnation?
Jesus lives; in Him alone
Can you find salvation.
2. Prostrate bow; confess your guilt;
Own your lost condition;
Yield to Him whose blood was spilt,
Unreserved submission.
Then no more in anguish groan;
Seek His mediation;
Jesus lives; in Him alone
Can you find salvation.
3. Linger not in all the plain;
Vengeance is pursuing;
'Mid the dying and the slain,
Save your souls from ruin.
Flee to Him who can atone;
Flee from condemnation;
Jesus lives; in Him alone
Can you find salvation.
1. COME, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power.
Turn to the Lord, and seek salvation,
Sound the praise of His dear name;
Glory, honor, and salvation,
Christ the Lord is come to reign.
2. Now, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Turn to the Lord, etc.
3. Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him.
Turn to the Lord, etc.
4. Come ye weary, heavy laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall, If you tarry till you 're better,
You will never come at all.
5. Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him-
Hear Him cry before He dies.
Turn to the Lord, etc.
1. COME, ye sinners, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall,
If you wait till you are better,
You will never come at all:
Sinners only,
Christ, the Saviour, came to call.
2. Let no sense of guilt prevent you,
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.
3. Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him,
There He groans, and bleeds, and dies,
"It is finished"-
Heaven accepts the sacrifice.
4. 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.
5. Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with His name;
Hallelujah!-
Sinners here may sing the same.
1. TELL us, wanderer! wildly roving
From the path that leads to peace,
Pleasure's false enchantment loving—
When will thy delusion cease?
2. Once, like thee, by joys surrounded,
We could kneel at pleasure's shrine;
Then our brightest hopes were bounded
By delights as false as thine.
3. But those visions never blessed us-
Soon their fleeting day was o'er;
Then the world that had caressed us,
Charmed us with its smiles no more.
4. Such is pleasure's transient story;
Lasting happiness is known
Only in the path to glory,
In the Saviour's love alone.
1. Now the Saviour standeth pleading
At the sinner's bolted heart;
Now in heaven He's interceding,
Taking there the sinner's part.
2. Sinner! can you hate this Saviour?
Will you thrust Him from your arms?
Once He died, through your behavior,
Now He calls you by His charms.
3. Sinner! hear your God and Saviour,
Hear His gracious voice to-day,
Turn from all your vain behavior,
O repent, return and pray!
4. Now He's waiting to be gracious,
Now He stands and looks on thee:
See what kindness, love, and pity,
Shine around on you and me.
5. Come, for all things now are ready,
Yet there's room for many more:
O ye blind, ye lame and needy,
Come to wisdom's boundless store!
1. COME, ye souls, by sin afflicted,
Bow'd with fruitless sorrow down;
By the perfect law convicted,
Through the cross behold the crown!
Look to Jesus-
Mercy flows through Him alone.
2. Take His easy yoke, and wear it,
Love will make obedience sweet;
Christ will give you strength to bear it,
While His wisdom guides your feet
Safe to glory,
Where His ransomed captives meet.
3. Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly-opened eyes,
Or full springs in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies:
All who taste it
Shall to rest immortal rise.
4. While the wounds of woe are healing,
While the heart is all resigned,
'Tis the solemn feast of feeling,
'Tis the Sabbath of the mind.
None but Jesus
Can the broken heart up-bind.
5. But to sing the rest of glory,
Mortal tongues far short must fall;
Tongues celestial strive to reach it,
But it soars beyond them all:
Faith believes it, Hope expects it,
Love desires it-
But it overwhelms them all.
1. Ан, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression,
What shall thy doom be when, array'd in terror,
God shall command thee, covered with pollution,
Up to the judgment?
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