Conversion

Verse 1

Come, ev’ry soul by sin oppressed,
There’s mercy with the Lord;
And he will surely give you rest
By trusting in his word.

Refrain

Only trust him, only trust him,
Only trust him now;
He will save you, he will save you,
He will save you now.

Verse 2

For Jesus shed his precious blood
Rich blessings to bestow;
Plunge now into the crimson flood
That washes white as snow.

Verse 3

Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,
That leads you into rest;
Believe in him without delay,
And you are fully blest.

Verse 4

Come, then, and join this holy band,
And on to glory go,
To dwell in that celestial land,
Where joys immortal flow.

Verse 1

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
“Ye must be born again!”

Verse 2

“Ye must be born again!”
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
’Tis life poor sinners need.

Verse 3

“Ye must be born again!”
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
’Tis he alone can save.

Verse 4

“Ye must be born again!”
Or never enter heaven;
’Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.

Verse 1

How solemn are the words,
And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth--
“Ye must be born again!”

Verse 2

“Ye must be born again!”
For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice--
’Tis life poor sinners need.

Verse 3

“Ye must be born again!”
And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go--
’Tis he alone can save.

Verse 4

“Ye must be born again!”
Or never enter heaven;
’Tis only blood-washed ones are there--
The ransomed and forgiven.

Verse 1

I have found redemption in the Savior’s blood,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I am sweetly trusting in the word of God
I am saved by faith in his blood.

Refrain

I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,
I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

Verse 2

Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust in Jesus while I run my race,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

Verse 3

I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
I will trust his promise, on his strength rely,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

Verse 4

I will keep on singing as I march along,
I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;
In my home in glory this shall be my song,
I am saved by faith in his blood.

Verse 1

I stand; but not as once I did,
Beneath my load of guilt;
The blessed Jesus bore it all—
For me his blood was spilt.

Verse 2

I stand; but not on Calvary’s Mount,
With arms around the cross;
I have been there, and left behind
Earth’s pleasures, joys, and dross.

Verse 3

I stand e’en now where he appears,
In union with my Lord;
In him I’m saved, oh, wondrous thought.
I read it in his word.

Verse 4

Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone—
In him we are complete;
We live by faith! but soon in sight
Our coming Christ we’ll greet.

Verse 1

Lord, I care not for riches,
Neither silver nor gold;
I would make sure of heaven,
I would enter the fold.
In the book of thy kingdom,
With its pages so fair,
Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,
Is my name written there?

Refrain

Is my name written there?
On the page white and fair?
In the book of thy kingdom,
Is my name written there?

Verse 2

Lord, my sins, they are many,
Like the sands of the sea,
But thy blood, oh, my Savior,
Is sufficient for me;
For thy promise is written,
In bright letters that glow,
“Tho’ your sins be as scarlet,
I will make them like snow.”

Verse 3

Oh, that beautiful city,
With its mansions of light,
With its glorified beings,
In pure garments of white;
Where no evil thing cometh
To despoil what is fair;
Where the angels are watching,
Yes, my name’s written there.

Verse 1

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,
Thee thyself I cannot see;
Jesus, Master! pass not by me;
Son of David! pity me.

Verse 2

While I sit in weary blindness,
Longing for the blessed light,
Many taste thy loving kindness;
“Lord! I would receive my sight.”

Verse 3

I would see thee and adore thee,
And thy word the power can give;
Hear the sightless soul implore thee;
Let me see thy face and live.

Verse 4

Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?
What this burst of strange delight?
Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!
This is Jesus! this is sight!

Verse 5

Room, ye saints that throng behind him!
Let me follow in the way;
I will teach the blind to find him
Who can turn their night to day.

Verse 1

“Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!”
Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;
“Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid.”

Verse 2

Many for his crying chid him,--
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Savior bade him,--
“Come, and ask me what you will.”

Verse 3

Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he asked, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

Verse 4

“Lord! remove this grievous blindness,
Let mine eyes behold the day!”
Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Followed Jesus in the way.

Verse 5

Oh! methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,
“Friends! is not my case amazing?
What a Savior I have found!

Verse 6

“Oh! that all the blind but knew him,
And would be advised by me!
Surely would they hasten to him,
He would cause them all to see.”

The hope of benefiting immortal souls is most delightful to a benevolent mind; and a successful issue to our labours is replete with joy. The disciple who was honoured with his Master’s love beyond all others, even he knew “no greater joy than to see his children walk in truth.” This accounts for the extreme earnestness with which St. Paul laboured for the salvation of men, and for their sake. He knew, that, even in the eternal world, it would augment his happiness to see that he had been instrumental in saving others; and that “he should rejoice in the day of Christ, when he found that he had not laboured in vain, or run in vain.” Indeed, so entirely was he swallowed up in the prosperity of his converts, that he was ready even to die for them, if need were; yea, and to welcome the most cruel death as a blessing, rather than to deprecate it as an evil, if only it might be subservient to the welfare of their souls.