2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,-
Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying,
Earth has no sorrows that Heav'n cannot cure.
3 Here see the tree of life-see waters flowing
Forth from the throne of God, pure from above;
Come to the mercy-seat-come, ever knowing
Earth has no sorrows but Heav'n can remove.
Turn to the Lord, and seek sal - va- tion, Sound the praise of His dear name;
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him.
3 Come ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Turn to the Lord, and seek salvation,
Sound the praise of His dear name;
Glory, honor, adoration,
Christ the Lord is come to reign. 183 The Gospel Prociamation.
1 Hark! the Gospel trumpet's sounding!
Sinners, hear the joyful call;
Christ, in pardoning love abounding,
Offers liberty to all.
Tho' your crimes have reach'd to heaven,
And of deepest dye appear,
Ask, and they shall be forgiven,
Seek, and you shall find him near.
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1 Tell us, wanderer, wildly roving
From the path that leads to peace,
Pleasure's false enchantment loving-
When will thy delusion cease?
Once, like thee, by joys surrounded,
We could kneel at pleasure's shrine,
Then our brightest hopes were bounded
By delights as false as thine.
2 But those visions never blessed us-
Soon their fleeting day was o'er;
Then the world that had caressed us,
Charmed us with its smiles no more.
Such is pleasure's transient story;
Lasting happiness is known
Only in the path to glory,
In the Saviour's love alone.
Millions have reach'd that blest abode, Anointed kings and priests to God.
2 He left the shining courts on high,
Came to our world to bleed and die;
Jesus, the God, hung on the tree,—
Come, helpless sinner, come and see;
Come, guilty sinner, come and see,
Will you come? Will you come ?
3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart,
Till death had done its dreadful part;
Yet his dear love still burns to thee,-
Come, careless sinner, come and see;
Come, guilty sinner, come and see,
Will you come? Will you come?
4 His blood can cleanse the foulest stain,
And make the filthy leper clean;
His blood at once availed for me,-
Come, anxious sinner, come and see;
Come, guilty sinner, come and see,
Will you come? Will you come?
2 Let no 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;
'Tis 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's atoning sacrifice.
4 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him-venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
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