Thus, at the door, shall mercy stand Surprising grace!-and shall my heart Shall Jesus for admission sue, His charming voice unheard? 'Tis sin, alas! with tyrant pow'r Lord, rise in thy all-conqu'ring grace, Ye dang'rous inmates, hence depart, And guard the passage to my heart, Ho! ev'ry one that thirsts draw nigh (Tis God invites the fallen race,) Mercy and free salvation buy; Buy wine and milk, and gospel grace. Come to the living waters, come, Sinners obey your Maker's voice. Return, ye weary wanderers, home, COME, my Father's family, Ye ransom'd of the Lord; Who suffer'd death among the Jews, Who the friendless soul accepts, Whom all beside refuse. Jesus, the despis'd and mean, He the sacrifice for sin, The Saviour" he alone: Let us take and bear his cross, None but Jesus will we sing, He our Prophet, Priest, and King, None among the heav'nly pow'rs, Nor one on earth our praise may claim, None but Jesus call we ours, None but the bleeding Lamb. 314. Invitation. COME, ye wretched souls, to Jesus, Full of pity, love, and pow'r. He is willing; doubt no more. Ho! ye needy, come and welcome; Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. Let not conscience make you linger; Is, to feel your need of him : 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. Come, ye weary, heavy laden, If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous, &c. Sinners Jesus came to call. Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your Maker prostrate lies; On the bloody tree behold him: Hear him cry, before he dies, It is finish'd,' &c. Sinners, will not this suffice? Lo! th' incarnate God ascended, Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name: Hallelujah, &c. Sinners here may sing the same. LET ev'ry mortal ear attend, Ho! all ye hungry starving souls, And vainly strive with earthly toys. And bids your longing appetites Ho! ye that pant for living streams, Here you may quench your raging thirst Rivers of love and mercy here Like floeds of milk and wine. Dear God! the treasure of thy love Deep as our helpless mis'ries are, The happy gates of gospel grace SINNERS, obey the gospel-word, |