3. Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come
And freely drink the stream of life;
’Tis Jesus bids him come.
4. Lo, Jesus, who invites,
Declares, “I quickly come.”
Lord, even so; I wait Thine hour;
Jesus, my Savior, come!
H. U. Onderdonk, 1826.
53
S. M.
Let every ear attend
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2. Ho! all ye starving souls,
That feed upon the wind
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.
3. Here Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4. Ho! ye that pant for streams
And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
5. Rivers of mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows
Like floods of milk and wine.
6. The gates of Gospel grace
Stand open night and day.
Lord, we are come to seek supplies
And drive our wants away.
Isaac Watts, 1707.
54
L. M.
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 Savior 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.
W. B. Collyer, 1812.
55
L. M.
Hasten, O sinner, to be wise
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.
2. O hasten, mercy to implore
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
For fear thy season should be o’er
Before this evening’s course be run.
3. Hasten, O sinner, to return
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn
Before the needful work is done.
4. Hasten, O sinner, to be blest
And stay not for the morrow’s sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest
Before the morrow is begun.
Thomas Scott, 1773.
56
7s
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account