3 The Spirit and Bride freely say—Come! And let him that heareth it, say—Come! And let him that thirsteth to-day—come! And drink of the fountain of life.
322 6s & 4s, peculiar. The garment of praise, etc. Isaiah 61:3.
Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay, Wait not for to-morrow, yield thee to-day; Heaven bids thee come While yet there’s room: Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey.
2 Child of sin and sorrow, why wilt thou die? Come, while thou canst borrow help from on high: Grieve not that love, Which from above— Child of sin and sorrow— Would bring thee nigh.
3 Child of sin and sorrow, where wilt thou flee? Through that long to-morrow, eternity! Exiled from home, Darkly to roam— Child of sin and sorrow, Where wilt thou flee?
4 Child of sin and sorrow, lift up thine eye! Heirship thou canst borrow in worlds on high! In that high home, Graven thy name; Child of sin and sorrow, Swift homeward fly!
323 6s & 4s. To-day.
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 vengeance falls, And death is nigh.
4 The Spirit calls to-day; Yield to his power; O, grieve him not away; ’Tis mercy’s hour.
324 P. M. Come.
Come—come—come to the Saviour, Rich—rich mercy receive; Here—here you will find pardon, Jesus from sin will relieve; Come—come—come—come, Come to the Saviour and live.
2 Come—come laden and weary, Christ Christ calls thee to come; Leave—leave paths dark and dreary, Cease from the Saviour to roam; Come—come—come—come, Jesus will guide thee safe home.
3 Come—come seek his salvation, Now—now hear and obey; Hark—hark the sweet invitation, Angels invite you away; Come—come—come—come, Sinner, believe and obey.
4 Hark—hark, angels are singing, Love—love—love is their theme; Peace—peace joyfully bringing, Mercy from God the Supreme: Come—come—come—come, Jesus is rich to redeem.
325 7s & 6s. Early piety.
O come in life’s gay morning, Ere in thy sunny way The flowers of hope have withered, And sorrow end thy day. Come, while from joy’s bright fountain The streams of pleasure flow, Come ere thy buoyant spirits Have felt the blight of wo.
2 “Remember thy Creator” Now in thy youthful days, And he will guide thy footsteps Through life’s uncertain maze. “Remember thy Creator,” He calls in tones of love, And offers deathless glories In brighter worlds above.
3 And in the hour of sadness, When earthly joys depart, His love shall be thy solace, And cheer thy drooping heart. And when life’s storm is over, And thou from earth art free, Thy God will be thy portion Throughout eternity.
326 H. M. The year of jubilee.
Fair shines the morning star, The silver trumpets sound, Their notes re-echoing far, While dawns the day around: Joy to the slave; the slave is free; It is the year of jubilee.
2 Prisoners of hope, in gloom And silence left to die, With Christ’s unfolding tomb, Your portals open fly; Rise with your Lord; he sets you free; It is the year of jubilee.
3 Ye, who yourselves have sold For debts to justice due, Ransomed, but not with gold, He gave himself for you! The blood of Christ hath made you free; It is the year of jubilee.
4 Captives of sin and shame, O’er earth and ocean, hear An angel’s voice proclaim The Lord’s accepted year; Let Jacob rise, be Israel free; It is the year of jubilee.
327 6s & 7s. The land of promise.
Sinner, go; will you go To the highlands of heaven? Where the storms never blow, And the long summer’s given; Where the bright, blooming flowers Are their odors emitting; And the leaves of the bowers In the breezes are flitting.
2 Where the rich golden fruit Is in bright clusters pending, And the deep laden boughs, Of life’s fair tree are bending; And where life’s crystal stream Is unceasingly flowing, And the verdure is green, And eternally growing.
2 Where the saints robed in white— Cleansed in life’s flowing fountain— Shining beauteous and bright, They inhabit the mountain; Where no sin, nor dismay, Neither trouble nor sorrow, Will be felt for a day, Nor be feared for the morrow.
4 He’s prepared thee a home— Sinner, canst thou believe it? And invites thee to come, Sinner, wilt thou receive it? O come, sinner, come, For the tide is receding, And the Saviour will soon, And for ever, cease pleading.
328 9s, 8s & 6s. Awake thou that sleepest.