290 C. M. Let him that is athirst, come. Rev. 22:17. O 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. 291 C. M. That whoso believeth might not perish. John 3:15. Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve; Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve: 2 I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin Has like a mountain rose; His kingdom now I’ll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 Humbly I’ll bow at his command, And there my guilt confess; I’ll own I am a wretch undone, Without his sovereign grace. 4 Surely he will accept my plea, For he has bid me come; Forthwith I’ll rise, and to him flee, For yet, he says, there’s room. 5 I can not perish if I go; I am resolved to try: For if I stay away, I know I must for ever die. 292 C. M. Come to the Ark. Gen. 7:1. 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. 293 C. M. He that cometh to me shall never hunger. John 6:35. Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest. 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come; Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms, But see, there yet is room, 3 Room in the Saviour’s bleeding heart; There love and pity meet: Nor will he bid the soul depart That trembles at his feet.