Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
Expostulation with Sinners.
1 SINNERS! turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you-Why? God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live,- He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands,- Why, ye thankless creatures! why, Will ye cross his love, and die? 2 Sinners! turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you-Why? He, who did your souls retrieve, Died himself that ye might live;- Will ye let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransomed sinners! why, Will ye slight his grace, and die? 3 Sinners! turn, why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you-Why? Many a time with you he strove, Wooed you to embrace his love: Will ye not his grace receive? Will ye still refuse to live? Oh! ye guilty sinners! why- Why will ye for ever die?
Expostulation with Sinners.
1 SINNERS! the voice of God regard; 'T is mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sovereign word, From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, You live devoid of peace:
A thousand stings within your breast Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell; And will you onward go?
Can you in endless burnings dwell, Or bear eternal wo?
4 Lo! he, who turns to God, shall live, Through his abounding grace; His mercy will the guilt forgive Of those who seek his face.
5 Bow to the sceptre of his word- Renouncing every sin:
Submit to him, your Sovereign Lord, And learn his will divine.
6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts;He pardons like a God;
He will forgive your numerous faults, Through Christ's atoning blood.
1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door! He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long-is waiting still; You treat no other friend so ill.
2 Oh! lovely attitude-he stands With melting heart and loaded hands: Oh! matchless kindness-and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes!
3 But will he prove a friend indeed? He will the very friend you need; The friend of sinners-yes, 't is he, With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Rise-touched with gratitude divine, Turn out his enemy and thine,- That soul-destroying monster, sin,- And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Admit him, ere his anger burn,- His feet departed ne'er return; Admit him.-or the hour 's at hand, You'll at his door rejected stand.
8s, 7s and 4.
Invitation to Sinners.
1 COME, ye sinners! heavy-laden, Lost and ruined by the fall,
If you wait till you are better, You will never come at all: Sinners only,
Christ, the Saviour, came to call.
2 Let not sense of guilt prevent you, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth Is to feel your need of him: This he gives you ;-
"T is the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies; On the bloody tree behold him,
There he groans, and bleeds, and dies: "It is finished"
Heaven accepts the sacrifice.
4 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him,-venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
5 Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name; Hallelujah!-
Sinners here may sing the same.
The Sinner entreated.
1 RETURN, O wanderer! now return, And seek thine injured Father's face; Those new desires that in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer! now return,
He hears thy deep repentant sigh;, He hears thy softened spirit mourn, When no intruding ear is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer! now return, Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding, feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer! now return, And wipe away the falling tear; Thy Father calls-"No longer mourn!" "T is mercy's voice invites thee near.
The heavenly Guest.
1 AND will the Lord thus condescend To visit sinful worms?
Thus at the door shall mercy stand, In all her winning forms?
2 Shall Jesus for admittance plead, His charming voice unheard? And this vile heart, for which he bled, Remain for ever barred?
3 'T is sin, alas! with tyrant-power, The lodging has possessed; And crowds of traitors bar the door, Against the heavenly guest.
4 Lord! rise in thine all-conquering grace, Thy mighty power display; One beam of glory from thy face Can drive my foes away.
5 Ye vile seducers! hence depart; Dear Saviour! enter in;
Oh! guard the passage to my heart, And keep out every sin.
85, 7s and 4.
Glad Tidings.
1 SINNERS! will you scorn the message Coming from the courts above?
Mercy speaks in every passage;
Every line is full of love;
Oh! believe it,
Every line is full of love.
2 Now, the heralds of salvation
Joyful news from heaven proclaim:
Sinners freed from condemnation, Through the all-atoning Lamb!'
Life receiving
Through the all-atoning Lamb.
3 Who hath their report believed? Who received the joyful word? Who embraced the news of pardon, Freely offered by the Lord? Life immortal,—
Freely offered by the Lord.
4 O ye angels! hovering round us,- Waiting spirits! speed your way, Hasten to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay,- Rebel-sinners-
Glad the message will obey.
The accepted Time.
1 NOW is th' accepted time, Now is the day of grace; O sinners! come, without delay, And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is th' accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day; To-morrow it may be too late ;- Then why should you delay ?
3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come : And every promise, in his word, Declares there yet is room.
4 Lord! draw reluctant souls, And melt them by thy love; Then will the angels speed their way To bear the news above.
1 HARK-hark! the gospel-trumpet sounds,→→ Through the wide earth the echo bounds; Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood! Sinners are reconciled to God,
2 Come, sinners! hear the joyful news Nor longer dare the grace refuse;
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