267. 7s. M. Hawes. The Same.

1 From the holy mount above,
Glowing in the light of love,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!
|At the feast there yet is room --
Come and welcome, sinner, come.

2 |Thou shalt be a welcome guest,
By the Lord divinely blest; --
In the word of truth believe, --
All thy sinful pleasures leave,
And no more in darkness roam, --
Come and welcome, sinner, come.

3 |God is thy unchanging Friend;
He will love thee to the end,
And at last thy soul convey
To the realms of endless day,
To a blessed spirit-home, --
Come and welcome, sinner, come.|