Haste ye to the court of heaven;
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
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! 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites 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.
I THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whispering, "Sinner, come;"
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,
To Christ, the fountain, come.
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; we wait Thy hour;
O blest Redeemer, come.
I TO-DAY the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come!
O ye benighted souls,
Why longer roam ?
2 To-day the Saviour calls:
O hear Him now;
Within these sacred walls
To Jesus bow.
3 To-day the Saviour calls:
For refuge fly;
The storm of justice falls,
And death is nigh.
4 The Spirit calls to-day:
Yield to His power:
O grieve Him not away;
'Tis mercy's hour.
I TO-DAY Thy mercy calls us
To wash away our sin,
However great our trespass,
Whatever we have been :
However long from mercy
Our hearts have turned away,
Thy precious blood can cleanse us,
And make us white to-day.
2 To-day Thy gate is open,
And all who enter in
Shall find a Father's welcome,
And pardon for their sin.
The past shall be forgotten,
A present joy be given,
A future grace be promised,
A glorious crown in heaven.
3 O all-embracing mercy!
O ever-open door!
What should we do without Thee
When heart and eye run o'er?
When all things seem against us,
To drive us to despair,
We know one gate is open,
One ear will hear our prayer!
I WHILE life prolongs its precious light,
Mercy is found, and peace is given ;
But soon, ah, soon, approaching night
Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
2 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command you to the grave,
Before His bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.
3 In that lone land of deep despair,
No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.
4 While God invites; how blest the day!
How sweet the gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away,
While yet a pardoning God is found!
I WHY will ye waste on trifling cares
That life which God's compassion spares,
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?
2 Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Jesus urge His dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain,
And all these pleas unite in vain?
3 Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you 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.
SALVATION: COMING TO CHRIST.
I 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.
2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
3 Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
4 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.
I AND can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away,
And Jesus to receive?
2 Nay, but I yield, I yield!
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own Thee conqueror.
3 Though late, I all forsake;
My friends, my all resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh take,
And seal me ever Thine!
4 My one desire be this,
Thy only love to know;
Freely to yield all other bliss,
All other good below.
I APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh:
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, Thou hast died.
5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name!
I DEPTH of mercy!--can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear,
And the chief of sinners spare?
2 I have long withstood His grace;
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hear His gracious calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
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