316 8s, 7s & 4. The voice of mercy.
Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you, Now with sweetest voice she calls; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of Justice falls: Trust in Jesus; ’Tis the voice of mercy calls.
2 Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour— Seek his mercy while you may; Soon the day of grace is over; Soon your life will pass away! Haste to Jesus; You must perish if you stay.
317 7s, 6s & 7s. The alarm.
Stop, poor sinner, stop and think, Before you further go; Will you sport upon the brink Of everlasting woe! On the verge of ruin stop— Now the friendly warning take— Stay your footsteps—ere you drop Into the burning lake.
2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose? Fear ye not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day Which his justice shall proclaim— When the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame?
3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar; Then, to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair! All your sins will round you crowd— You shall mark their crimson dye— Each for vengeance crying loud; And what can you reply?
4 Though your heart were made of steel, Your forehead lined with brass, God at length will make you feel— He will not let you pass: Sinners then in vain will call— Those who now despise his grace— “Rocks and mountains, on us fall, And hide us from his face.”
318 8s & 6s. If any man thirst, let him come unto me. John 7:37.
Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest? Trust not the world; it gives no rest: I bring relief to hearts oppressed; O, weary sinner, come!
2 Come, leave thy burden at the cross; Count all thy gains but empty dross; My grace repays all earthly loss: O, needy sinner, come!
3 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears; ’Tis mercy’s voice salutes thine ears: O, trembling sinner, come!
4 “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;” Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come! Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come: Thy Saviour bids thee come.
319 6s. Sinner, come.
Sinner! come, ’mid thy gloom, All thy guilt confessing; Trembling now, contrite bow, Take the offered blessing.
2 Sinner! come, while there’s room— While the feast is waiting; While the Lord, by his word, Kindly is inviting.
3 Sinner! come, ere thy doom Shall be sealed for ever; Now return, grieve and mourn, Flee to Christ, the Saviour.
4 Sinner! come to thy home, High in heaven gleaming; To the sky lift thine eye, With true sorrow streaming.
5 Sinner! haste, time fleets fast, And the grave is yawning; Win renown, seize the crown, Eternity is dawning.
320 8s & 3s. Will you go?
We’re traveling home to heaven above; Will you go? To sing the Saviour’s dying love; Will you go? Millions have reached that blest abode, Anointed kings and priests to God, And millions more are on the road; Will you go?
2 We’re going to see the bleeding Lamb; Will you go? In rapturous strains to praise his name; Will you go? The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror’s palms our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we’ll share; Will you go?
3 We’re going to join the heavenly choir; Will you go? To raise our voice and tune the lyre; Will you go? There saints and angels gladly sing Hosanna to their God and King, And make the heavenly arches ring; Will you go?
4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come; Will you go? In the blest house there still is room; Will you go? The Lord is waiting to receive, If thou wilt on him now believe, He’ll give thy troubled conscience ease; Come, believe.
5 The way to heaven is straight and plain, Will you go? Believe, repent, be born again; Will you go? The Saviour cries aloud to thee “Take up thy cross, and follow me, And thou shalt my salvation see; Come to me.”
6 O, could I hear some sinner say, I will go, I’ll start this moment, clear the way, Let me go! My old companions, fare you well, I will not go with you to hell, With Jesus Christ I mean to dwell, Let me go! fare you well.
321 9s & 8s. The Spirit and the Bride say come. Rev. 22:17.
All you that are weary and sad—come! And you that are cheerful and glad—come! In robes of humility clad—come! The Saviour invites you to-day. CHORUS. Let youth in its freshness and bloom—come! Let man in the pride of his noon—come! Let age on the verge of the tomb—come! Let none in his pride stay away.
2 Let the halt, and the maimed, and the blind—come! Let all who are freely inclined—come! With an humble and peaceable mind—come! Away from the waters of strife.