WARNINGS AND INVITATIONS.
1. Soon as I heard my Father say,
"Ye children, seek my grace,"
My heart replied, without delay,
"I'll seek my Father's face.
Let not thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life, I fly to thee
In each distressing day.
3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want or die,
My God will make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
4. Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.
1. OH, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found,
Suited to every sinner's case
Who hears the joyful sound!
2. Come, then, with all your wants and wounds, Your every burden bring;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,-
A deep, celestial spring.
3. This spring with living water flows,
And heavenly joy imparts;
Come, thirsty souls! your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.
4. Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore and bless.
1. RETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek an injured Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2. Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thine inward smart.
3. Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive
4. Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe away the falling tear; 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
1. BEHOLD a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks,-has knock'd 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, 'tis he,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4. Rise, touch'd 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.
1. COME, sinner, to the gospel-feast,
Oh, come without delay!
For there is room in Jesus' breast
For all who will obey.
2. There's room in God's eternal love
To save thy precious soul;
Room in the Spirit's grace above
To heal and make thee whole.
3. There's room within the church, redeem'd With blood of Christ divine,
Room in the white-robed throng convened,
For that dear soul of thine.
4. There's room in heaven among the choir,
And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of victory there,
And joys that ne'er were told.
5. There's room around thy Father's board
For thee and thousands more:
Oh, come and welcome to the Lord;
Yea, come this very hour.
1. HEAR ye not a voice from heaven,
To the listening spirit given?
"Children, come!" it seems to say,
"Give your hearts to me to-day."
2. Sweet as is a mother's love,
Tender as the heavenly Dove,
Thus it speaks a Saviour's charms;
Thus it wins us to his arms.
3. Lord, may we remember thee,
While from pains and sorrows free,
While our day is in its dew,
And the clouds of life are few
4. Then, when night and age appear, Thou wilt chase each doubt and fear; Thou our glorious leader be,
When the stars shall fade and flee.
5. Now to thee, O Lord, we come,
In our morning's early bloom;
Breathe on us thy grace divine:
Touch our hearts and make them thine.
1. COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners ruin'd by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full, perpetual tide,
Open'd when our Saviour died.
2. Come in poverty and meanness,
Come defiled, without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white:
Ye shall walk with God in light.
3. Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,
Here the troubled, peace may find;
Health this fountain will restore,
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
4. He that drinks shall live forever; 'Tis a soul-renewing flood:
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