3 Return, O wanderer, now return! Thy Saviour bids thee live; Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he’ll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, now return! And wipe the falling tear; Thy Father calls—no longer mourn, ’Tis love invites thee near.
289 C. M. Incline your ear, and come. Isaiah 55:3.
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; 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.
290 C. M. Let him that is athirst, come. Rev. 22:17.
O 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.
291 C. M. That whoso believeth might not perish. John 3:15.
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 sin Has like a mountain rose; His kingdom now I’ll enter in, Whatever may oppose.
3 Humbly I’ll bow at his command, And there my guilt confess; I’ll own I am a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace.
4 Surely he will accept my plea, For he has bid me come; Forthwith I’ll rise, and to him flee, For yet, he says, there’s room.
5 I can not perish if I go; I am resolved to try: For if I stay away, I know I must for ever die.
292 C. M. Come to the Ark. Gen. 7:1.
Come to the ark, come to the ark; To Jesus come away; The pestilence walks forth by night, The arrow flies by day.
2 Come to the ark; the waters rise, The seas their billows rear: While darkness gathers o’er the skies, Behold a refuge near!
3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep Beneath the sense of sin: Without, deep calleth unto deep, But all is peace within.
4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood Your lingering steps oppose; Come, for the door, which open stood, Is now about to close.
293 C. M. He that cometh to me shall never hunger. John 6:35.
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.
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 and 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.
294 C. M. In this mountain shall the Lord, etc. Isaiah 25:6.
The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board; Not paradise, with all its joys, Could such delights afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men, And endless life are given, Through the rich blood that Jesus shed, To raise our souls to heaven.
3 You hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin’s dark mazes, come; Come from your most obscure retreat, And grace shall find you room.
4 Millions of souls in glory now Were fed and feasted here; And millions more still on the way Around the board appear.
5 Yet are his heart and house so large That millions more may come: Nor could the whole assembled world O’erfill the spacious room.
6 All things are ready: come away, Nor weak excuses frame; Crowd to your places at the feast, And bless the Founder’s name.
295 C. M. None excluded.
Jesus, thy blessings are not few, Nor is thy gospel weak; Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, And heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan’s rage Doth thy salvation flow; ’Tis not confined to sex nor age, The lofty nor the low.