Gospel Invitations
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487 The Jubilee Trumpet
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 ransom'd sinners, home.
2 Extol the Lamb of God. The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption in His blood Throughout the world proclaim: The year, &c.
3 Ye who have sold for nought The heritage above, Receive it back unbought, The gift of Jesus' love: The year, &c.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive; And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live: The year, &c.
5 Ye bankrupt debtors know The sovereign grace of heaven; Though sums immense ye owe, A free discharge is given: The year, &c.
6 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace; And, saved from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face: The year, &c.
7 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 ransom'd sinners, home. Charles Wesley, 1750.
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488 Mercy's Invitation
1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice.
2 Ho, all ye hungry, starring souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind;
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.
4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine.
6 Come, naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labours of His Son, And dyed in His own blood.
7 Great God, the treasures of Thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins.
8 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day, Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Isaac Watts, 1706. |
489 Promises of Grace
1 IN vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind, The choicest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind.
2 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls With more substantial meat, With such as saints in glory love, With such as angels eat.
3 Come, and He'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains, In the dear fountain that His Son Pour'd from His dying veins.
4 Our guilt shall vanish all away, Though black as hell before, Our sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall be found no more.
5 And lest pollution should o'erspread Our inward powers again, His Spirit shall bedew our souls, Like purifying rain.
6 Our heart, that flinty, stubborn thing, That terrors cannot more, That fears no threatenings of His wrath, Shall be dissolved by love:
7 Or He can take the flint away That would not be refined; And from the treasures of His grace Bestow a softer mind.
8 There shall His sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave His law; And every motion of our souls To swift obedience draw.
9 Thus will He pour salvation down, And we shall render praise, We the dear people of His love, And He our God of grace. Isaac Watts, 1709. |
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490 "Yet there is room."
1 YE dying sons of men, Immerged in sin and woe, The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you: Ye perishing and guilty, come, In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay, Nor vain excuses frame: He bids you come to-day, Though poor, and blind, and lame: All things are ready, sinner, come, For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Believe the heavenly word His messengers proclaim; He is a gracious Lord, And faithful is His name: Backsliding souls, return and come; Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compell'd by bleeding love, Ye wandering sheep draw near; Christ calls you from above, His charming accents hear! Let whosoever will now come, In mercy's breast there still is room. James Boden, 1777. |
491 "I am Alpha and Omega."
1 OH what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found! Suited to every sinner's case Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Here Jesus calls, and He's a true, A kind, a faithful friend; He's "Alpha and Omega, too, Beginning and the end."
3 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds. Your every burden bring; Here love, eternal love abounds, A deep celestial spring.
4 "Whoever wills"—oh gracious word! "Shall of this stream partake;" Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord, And drink for Jesus' sake.
5 This spring with living water flows, And living joy imparts; Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, And drink with thankful hearts.
6 To sinners poor, like me and you, He saith He'll "freely give;" Come, thirsty souls, and prove it true; Drink, and for ever live. Samuel Medley, 1789. |
492 Come and welcome
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity join'd with power; He is able, He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Come, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief, and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
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 rising beam.
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.
5 View Him prostrate in the garden; On the ground your Maker lies! On the bloody tree behold Him, Hear Him cry before He dies, "It is finish'd!" Sinner, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th' 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.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with His name! Hallelujah! Sinners here may sing the same. Joseph Hart, 1759, a. |
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493 Come to Jesus.
1 COME, ye souls by sin afflicted, Bow'd with fruitless sorrow down; By the broken law convicted, Through the cross behold the crown. Look to Jesus— Mercy flows through Him alone.
2 Take His easy yoke and wear it, Love will make obedience sweet; Christ will give you strength to bear it, While His wisdom guides your feet Safe to glory, Where His ransom'd captives meet.
3 Blessed are the eyes that see Him; Blest the ears that hear His voice: Blessed are the souls that trust Him, And in Him alone rejoice; His commandments Then become their happy choice. Joseph Swain, 1792 |
494 "Now is the accepted Time."
1 COME, guilty souls, and flee away Like doves to Jesu's wounds; This is the welcome gospel-day Wherein free grace abounds.
2 God loved the church, and gave His Son To drink the cup of wrath: And Jesus says, He'll cast out none That come to Him by faith. Joseph Humphreys, 1743 |
495 Jesus invites
1 COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to My heavenly home.
2 "They shall find rest that learn of Me, I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like a sea, And pride is restless as the wind.
3 "Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light."
4 Jesus, we come at Thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal Resign our spirits to Thy hand, To mould and guide us at Thy will. Isaac Watts, 1709. |
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496 The Saviour calls
1 THE Saviour calls, let every ear Attend the heavenly sound; Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear, Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow, And life and health and bliss impart To banish mortal woe.
3 Ye sinners come; 'tis mercy's voice, The gracious call obey; Mercy invites to heavenly joys; And can you yet delay?
4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts, To Thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss Thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. Anne Steele, 1760. |
497 “Come unto me."
1 HARK! the voice of Jesus calling, "Come, thou laden, come to Me; I have rest and peace to offer; Rest, poor labouring one, for thee; Take salvation, Take it now, and happy be."
2 Yes, though high in heavenly glory, Still the Saviour calls to thee; Faith can hear His gracious accents— "Come, thou laden, come to Me; Take salvation, Take it now, and happy be."
3 Soon that voice will cease its calling, Now it speaks, and speaks to thee; Sinner, heed the gracious message, To the blood for refuge flee; Take salvation, Take it now, and happy be.
4 Life is found alone in Jesus, Only there 'tis offered thee— Offer'd without price or money, 'Tis the gift of God sent free; Take salvation, Take it now, and happy be. Albert Midlane, 1865 |
498 Seeking souls encouraged.
1 SINNER, hear the Saviour's call, He now is passing by; He has seen thy grievous thrall, And heard thy mournful cry. He has pardons to impart, And grace to save from fears: See the love that fills his heart, And wipe away thy tears.
2 Why art thou afraid to come, And tell Him all thy case? He will not pronounce thy doom, Nor frown Thee from His face. Wilt thou fear Immanuel? Or dread the Lamb of God, Who, to save thy soul from hell, Has shed His precious blood?
3 Raise thy downcast eyes and see What throngs His throne surround! These, though sinners once like thee, Have full salvation found, Yield not then to unbelief; He says, "There yet is room:" Though of sinners thou art chief, Since Jesus calls thee, come. John Newton, 1779. |
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499 "Seek, and ye shall find."
1 COME, poor sinner, come and see, All thy strength is found in Me; I am waiting to be kind, To relieve thy troubled mind.
2 Dost thou feel thy sins a pain? Look to Me and ease obtain: All My fulness thou mayst share, And be always welcome there.
3 Boldly come; why dost thou fear? I possess a gracious ear; I will never tell thee nay, While thou hast a heart to pray.
4 Try the freeness of My grace, Sure, 'twill suit thy trying case, Mourning souls will ne'er complain, Having sought My face in vain.
5 Knock, and cast all doubt behind, Seek, and thou shalt surely find; Ask, and I will give thee peace, And thy confidence increase.
6 Will not this encourage thee, Vile and poor, to come to Me? Sure thou canst not doubt My will! Come and welcome, sinner, still. Hewett, 1850. |
500 The Gospel Feast
1 COME, sinner, to the gospel feast; Oh come without delay; For there is room in Jesu's 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. Baptist Psalmist, 1843 |
501 "Come to the Ark."
1 COME to the ark, come to the ark, To Jesus come away: The pestilence walks forth by night, The arrow flies by day.
2 Come to the ark: the waters rise, The seas their billows rear; While darkness gathers o'er the skies, Behold a refuge near.
3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep Beneath the sense of sin: Without, deep calleth unto deep; But all is peace within.
4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood Your lingering steps oppose: Come, for the door which open stood Is now about to close. John Coleman's Coll., 1846. |
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502 Come Now
1 COME, poor sinners, come to Jesus, Weary, heavy laden, weak; None but Jesus Christ can ease us, Come ye all, His mercy seek.
2 "Come," it is His invitation; "Come to Me," the Saviour says, Why, oh why such hesitation, Gloomy doubts, and base delays?
3 Do you fear your own unfitness, Burden'd as you are with sin? 'Tis the Holy Spirit's witness; Christ invites you—enter in.
4 Do your sins and your distresses 'Gainst this sacred record plead? Know that Christ most kindly blesses Those who feel the most their need.
5 Hear His words, so true and cheering, Fitted just for the distress'd; Dwell upon the sound endearing; "Mourners, I will give you rest."
6 Stay not pondering on your sorrow, Turn from your own self away: Do not linger till to-morrow, Come to Christ without delay. William Freeman Lloyd, 1835 |
503 All ye who seek a sure Relief.
1 ALL ye who seek a sure relief In trouble or distress, Whatever sorrow vex the mind, Or guilt the soul oppress; Jesus, who gave Himself for us Upon the cross to die, Unfolds to us His sacred heart; Oh to that heart draw nigh.
2 Ye hear how kindly He invites, Ye hear His words so blest: "All ye that labour, come to Me, And I will give you rest." O Jesu, joy of saints on high; Thou hope of sinners here; Attracted by these loving words, To Thee I lift my prayer.
3 Wash Thou my wounds in that dear blood Which forth from Thee did flow; New grace, new hope inspire; a new And better life bestow. Praise Him who with the Father sits Enthroned upon the skies; Whose blood redeems our souls from guilt, Whose Spirit sanctifies. Edward Caswall, 1849. |
504 "All Things are ready."
1 "ALL things are ready," Come, Come to the supper spread; Come, rich and poor, come, old and young, Come, and be richly fed.
2 "All things are ready," Come, The invitation's given. Through Him who now in glory sits At God's right hand in heaven.
3 "All things are ready," Come, The door is open wide; Oh feast upon the love of God, For Christ, His Son, has died.
4 "All things are ready," Come, All hindrance is removed; And God, in Christ, His precious love, To fallen man has proved.
5 "All things are ready," Come, To-morrow may not be; O sinner, come, the Saviour waits, This hour to welcome thee! Albert Midlane, MS |
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505 None that come cast out
1 HARK! 'tis the Saviour's voice I hear, Come, trembling soul, dispel thy fear; He saith, and who His word can doubt? He will in no wise cast you out.
2 Doth Satan fill you with dismay, And tell you Christ will cast away; It is a truth, why should you doubt? He will in no wise cast you out.
3 Approach your God, make no delay, He waits to welcome you to-day; His mercy try, no longer doubt, He will in no wise cast you out.
4 Lord, at Thy call, behold! I come, A guilty soul, lost and undone: On Thy rich blood I now rely, Oh, pass my vile transgressions by. Samuel F. Smith, 1850. |
506 Look unto Him
1 SEE the blessed Saviour dying On the cross for ruin'd man; There the willing spotless victim, Working out redemption's plan; Listen to His loving accents, "Father, oh forgive!" He cries: Hark, again He speaks, "'Tis finish'd," Ere He bows His head and dies.
2 With this cruel death before Him, Every insult, pang, foreseen, Nought could move Him from His purpose, No dismay could intervene; Yea, and through the contradiction, Nothing could His calmness move; Oh the wondrous depths eternal, Of His own almighty love.
3 Love which made Him, "Prince of Glory," Come to die, the "Sinner's Friend," Love beyond the reach of mortals' Deepest thoughts to comprehend. Sinner, make this love thy portion, Slight not love so vast and free; Still unblest, if unforgiven, Come, the Saviour calleth thee. Albert Midlane, 1865. |
507 Come and see
1 SINNERS! come, the Saviour see, Hands, feet, side, and temples view; See Him bleeding on the tree, See His heart on fire for you!
2 View awhile, then haste away, Find a thousand more, and say: Come, ye sinners! come with me, View Him bleeding on the tree.
3 Who would still such mercy grieve? Sinners! hear instruction mild, Doubt no more, but now believe, Each become a simple child;
4 Artful doubts and reasonings be Nail'd with Jesus to the tree: Mourning souls, who simple are, Surely shall the blessing share. Nicholas Louis Zinzendorf, 1736. |
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508 Come and Welcome 1 FROM the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds I hear, Bursting on my ravish'd car! Love's redeeming work is done; Come and welcome, sinner, come.
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.
3 Spread for thee the festal board See with richest dainties stored; To thy Father's bosom press'd, Yet again a child confess'd, Never from His house to roam, Come and welcome, sinner, come.
4 Soon the days of life shall end; Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend, Safe your spirit to convey To the realms of endless day. Up to My eternal home, Come and welcome, sinner, come. Thomas Haweis, 1792. |
509 Come and Welcome 1 COME, and welcome, to the Saviour, He in mercy bids thee come: Come, be happy in His favour, Longer from Him do not roam; Come, and welcome, Come to Jesus, sinner, come!
2 Come, and welcome; start for glory, Leave the wretched world behind: Christ will spread His banner o'er thee, Thou in Him a friend shalt find; Come, and welcome, To a Saviour good and kind.
3 Come, and welcome: do not linger, Make thy happy choice to-day; True thou art a wretched sinner, But He'll wash thy sins away: Come, and welcome, Time admits of no delay. Albert Midlane, 1865. |
510 Take the Peace the Gospel brings 1 YE that in His courts are found, Listening to the joyful sound, Lost and helpless as ye are, Sons of sorrow, sin, and care; Glorify the King of kings, Take the peace the gospel brings.
2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes, View His bloody sacrifice: See in Him your sins forgiven; Pardon, holiness, and heaven; Glorify the King of kings, Take the peace the gospel brings. Rowland Hill, 1774. |
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511 Wanderers invited 1 WEARY souls, who wander wide From the central point of bliss, Turn to Jesus crucified, Fly to those dear wounds of His: Sink into the purple flood, Rise into the life of God.
2 Find in Christ the way of peace, Peace, unspeakable, unknown; By His pain He gives you ease, Life by His expiring groan: Rise, exalted by His fall; Find in Christ your all in all.
3 Oh believe the record true, God to you His Son has given: Ye may now be happy too, Find on earth the life of heaven: Live the life of heaven above, All the life of glorious love. Charles Wesley, 1747. |
512 Mercy calls 1 'TIS the voice of mercy calls thee, Wanderer from the Father's home, 'Tis not God, in voice of thunder, 'Tis a Father calls thee, "Come;" Yea, His loving heart still waiteth, And canst thou refuse Him still? Nay, with contrite heart relenting, Say, "Arise and come, I will."
2 Come, in all thy filthy garments, Tarry not to cleanse or mend; Come, in all thy destitution, As thou art, and He'll befriend, By the tempter's vain allurements, Be no longer thou beguiled: God the Father waits to own thee As His dear adopted child. Albert Midlane, 1865. |
513 Grace abounding 1 SCRIPTURE says, "Where sin abounded There did grace much more abound:" Thus has Satan been confounded, And his own discomfit found, Christ has triumph'd! Spread the glorious news around.
2 Sin is strong, but grace is stronger; Christ than Satan more supreme; Yield, oh, yield to sin no longer, Turn to Jesus, yield to Him— He has triumph'd! Sinners, henceforth Him esteem. Albert Midlane. 1865. |
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514 The Successful Resolve 1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, And make this last resolve:
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.
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.
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 for ever die.
7 "But if I die with mercy sought, When I the King have tried, This were to die (delightful thought!) As sinner never died." Edmund Jones, 1787. |
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