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Verse 1

Ah! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

Verse 2

If he our ways should mark
With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we for one of thousand faults
A just excuse devise?

Verse 3

All-seeing, powerful God,
Who can with thee contend?
Or who that tries the unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

Verse 4

Ah! how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None, none can meet him and escape,
But through the Savior’s blood.

Verse 1

Astonished and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The source of every sin.

Verse 2

What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Envy and pride, deceit and guile,
Distrust and slavish fear.

Verse 3

Almighty King of saints!
These tyrant lusts subdue;
Drive the old serpent from his seat,
And all my powers renew.

Verse 4

This done,--my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My heart shall glow with gratitude,
My lips be filled with praise.

Verse 1

How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light
Over our souls arise.

Verse 2

Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven;
But, in his righteousness arrayed,
We see our sins forgiven.

Verse 3

The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.

Verse 4

Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.

Verse 1

How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart, unchanged, can never rise
To happiness and God.

Verse 2

Can aught, beneath a power divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
’Tis thine, almighty Spirit! thine,
To form the heart anew.

Verse 3

’Tis thine, the passions to recall,
And upward bid them rise;
To make the scales of error fall,
From reason’s darkened eyes.

Verse 4

Oh! change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine;
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord! be thine.

Verse 1

How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.

Verse 2

But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
“Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord.”

Verse 3

My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.

Verse 4

To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

Verse 5

A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.

Verse 1

Sinners, this solemn truth regard,
Hear, all ye sons of men;
For Christ, the Savior, hath declared,
“Ye must be born again.”

Verse 2

Whate’er might be your birth or blood,
The sinner’s boast is vain;
Thus saith the glorious Son of God,
“Ye must be born again.”

Verse 3

That which is born of flesh is flesh,
And flesh it will remain:
Then marvel not that Jesus saith,
“Ye must be born again.”

Verse 4

Spirit of life, thy grace impart,
And breathe on sinners slain:
Bear witness, Lord, in ev’ry heart,
That we are born again.

Verse 1

Buried in shadows of the night
We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Till he descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.

Verse 2

Our guilty souls are drowned in tears,
Till his atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing the Lord our righteousness.

Verse 3

Jesus beholds where Satan reigns,
And binds his slaves in heavy chains;
He sets the prisoners free, and breaks
The iron bondage from our necks.

Verse 4

Poor, helpless worms in thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness
Thou art our mighty all, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee.

Verse 1

Vain are the hopes, the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature all unclean,
And all their actions, guilt.

Verse 2

Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,
Without a murm’ring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.

Verse 3

In vain we ask God’s righteous law
To justify us now,
Since to convince, and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.

Verse 4

Jesus! how glorious is thy grace!
When in thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness,
That makes the sinner just.

Verse 1

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

Refrain

Oh, glorious fountain!
Here will I stay,
And in thee ever
Wash my sins away.

Verse 2

The dying thief rejoiced to see,
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.

Verse 3

Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood,
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Are saved to sin no more.

Verse 4

E’er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

Verse 5

And when this feeble, faltering tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing thy power to save.

Verse 1

Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

Verse 2

Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

Verse 3

Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To Thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

Verse 1

Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

Verse 2

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.

Verse 3

My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.

Verse 4

My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.

Verse 1

Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.

Refrain

Sing it o’er and o’er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Verse 2

Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.

Verse 3

Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.

Verse 4

Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I’ll enter in.

Verse 1

Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

Refrain

God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.

Verse 2

I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.

Verse 3

There for me the Savior stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

Verse 4

Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mournful souls! be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 3

Extol the Lamb of God,--
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 4

Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.

Verse 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.

Refrain

Oh, let the dear Savior come in,
He’ll cleanse the heart from sin,
Oh, keep him no more out at the door,
But let the dear Savior come in.

Verse 2

Oh, lovely attitude--he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.

Verse 3

But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will--the very friend you need;
The Friend of sinners? Yes, ’tis he.
With garments died on Calvary.

Verse 4

Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.

Verse 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.

Verse 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?

Verse 2

Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Savior, 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?

Verse 3

Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God; the Spirit, asks you why?
He who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die?

Verse 1

Hasten, sinner! to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Wisdom, if thou still despise,
Harder is she to be won.

Verse 2

Hasten, mercy to implore,
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy season should be o’er,
Ere this evening’s stage be run.

Verse 3

Hasten, sinner! to return,
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,
Ere salvation’s work is done.

Verse 4

Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

Verse 1

Come, says Jesus’ sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim! hither come.

Verse 2

Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world’s scorn,
Long hast roamed this barren waste,
Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

Verse 3

Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain!
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn!--

Verse 4

Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Verse 1

From the cross uplifted high,
Where the Savior deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!--
“Love’s redeeming’ work is done--
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

Verse 2

“Sprinkled now with blood the throne--
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid--
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son--
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

Verse 3

“Spread for thee, the festal board--
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father’s bosom pressed,
Thou shalt be a child confessed,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

Verse 4

“Soon the days of life shall end--
Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend!
Safe your spirit to convey
To the realms of endless day,
Up to my eternal home
Come and welcome, sinner, come!”

Verse 1

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor!
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.

Verse 2

See, Jesus stands, with open arms;
He calls,--he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But, see! there yet is room.

Verse 3

Room, in the Savior’s bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet

Verse 4

Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love:
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

Verse 5

There, with united heart and voice,
Before th’ eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

Verse 6

And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

Verse 1

Come, humble sinner! in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve:
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:--

Verse 2

“I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I’ll enter in
Whatever may oppose.

Verse 3

“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.

Verse 4

“Perhaps he will admit my plea;
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

Verse 5

“I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.”

Verse 1

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow’r;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.

Verse 2

Now, ye needy, come and welcome;
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

Verse 3

Let not conscience make you linger,
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 glimmering beam.

Verse 4

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous,--
Sinners Jesus came to call.

Refrain

Turn to the Lord and seek salvation,
Sound the praise of his dear name:
Glory, honor, and salvation,
Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

Refrain

I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in his arms,
In the arms of my dear Savior,
Oh, there are ten thousand charms!

Verse 1

Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;
But wisdom shows a narrow path,
With here and there a traveler.

Verse 2

“Deny thyself and take thy cross,”
Is the Redeemer’s great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.

Verse 3

The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint.
And makes his own destruction sure.

Verse 4

Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new--
Which hypocrites could ne’er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

Verse 1

Oh, that my load of sin were gone;
Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus’ feet to lay it down--
To lay my soul at Jesus’ feet.

Verse 2

Rest for my soul I long to find;
Savior of all, if mine thou art,
Give me the meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

Verse 3

Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within--
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

Verse 4

Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.

Verse 5

I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

Verse 1

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

Verse 2

My crimes, though great, cannot surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard’ning love be found.

Verse 3

Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies
And past offenses pain mine eyes.

Verse 4

My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.

Verse 5

Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Verse 1

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.

Verse 2

Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears;
And vexed and urged, thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years.

Verse 3

Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all whoe’er thy grace received!
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;

Verse 4

This only woe I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love.

Verse 5

Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.

Verse 1

And can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away,
For Jesus to receive?

Verse 2

Nay, but I yield, I yield,
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee conqueror.

Verse 3

Tho’ late, I all forsake,
My friends, my all resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,
And seal me ever thine.

Verse 4

Come and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wav’ring soul
With all thy weight of love.

Verse 1

Father, I stretch my hand to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?

Refrain

I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me;
And thro’ his blood, his precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.

Verse 2

What did thine only Son endure.
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!

Verse 3

O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou would’st relieve,
In this accepted hour.

Verse 4

Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
Oh, let me now receive that gift--
My soul without it dies.

Verse 5

Surely thou canst not let me die;
Oh, speak, and I shall live,
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.

Verse 6

How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick’ning voice,
And taste thy pard’ning grace.

Verse 1

Jesus! thou art the sinner’s Friend;
As such I look to thee;
Now, in the fullness of thy love,
O Lord! remember me.

Verse 2

Remember thy pure word of grace,--
Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

Verse 3

Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

Verse 4

Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,
But thy salvation’s free;
Then, in thine all abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

Verse 1

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

Verse 2

Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou call’st the burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

Verse 3

Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed;
By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

Verse 4

Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.