2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
"Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone
Without His sovereign grace.
4"I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose sceptre pardon gives;
Perhaps He may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.
5 "Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
6 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."
INNER, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray ?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
2 See, His mighty arm is bared!
Awful terrors clothe His brow;
For His judgment stand prepared,
Thou must either break or bow-
3 At His presence nature shakes,
Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
4 Who His advent may abide?
You, that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapt in flame?
5 Lord prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath,
And our souls be called to pass
Through the iron gate of death.
6 Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the Gospel voice,
Seek the things that are above,
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
YOME, ye weary souls oppressed,
Find in Christ the promised rest;
On Him all your burdens roll.
He can wound, and He make whole.
2 Ye who dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesus' blood;
To the Son of David cry,
In His word He's passing by.
3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind, All your wants in Jesus find ; This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffered bliss.
E dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and wo,
The Gospel's voice attend,
Which Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,
No vain excuses frame; He bids you come to day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame; All things are ready, sinners, come! For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls draw near.
Christ calls you from above-
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come,
In mercy's arms there still is room.
ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed?
And did my Sovereign die ?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But floods of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow;
The gladly solemn sound
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home!
2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by His blood
Through all the world proclaim:
3 Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Come, take it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The year, etc.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year, etc.
5 The Gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace;
Ye happy souls draw near;
Behold your Saviour's face;
The year, etc.
6 Jesus, our great High-Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mourning souls, be glad :
The year of jubilee has come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Hevery invites the fallen race;
O! every one that thirsts, draw nigh,
Mercy and free salvation buy:
Buy wine, and milk, and Gospel grace.
2 Ye nothing in exchange can give;
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive;
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
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