312 8s, 7s & 4s. Look unto me and be saved. Isaiah 45:22. Come, you sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and power; He is able, He is willing—doubt no more. 2 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 Saviour’s rising beam. 3 Come, you 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. 4 Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies! On the bloody tree behold him! Hear him cry before he dies, “It is finished!” Sinners, will not this suffice? 5 Lo! the rising Lord, ascending, Pleads the virtue of his blood: Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 6 Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo to his name, Hallelujah! Sinners now his love proclaim. 313 8s & 7s. We are on the ocean sailing. We are on the ocean sailing, Homeward bound we sweetly glide; We are on the ocean sailing, To a home beyond the tide. Chorus.— All the storms will soon be over, Then we’ll anchor in the harbor; We are out on the ocean sailing To a home beyond the tide. 2 Millions now are safely landed Over on the golden shore; Millions more are on their journey, Yet there’s room for millions more; 3 Come on board, O ship for glory, Be in haste, make up your mind, For our vessel’s weighing anchor— You will soon be left behind. 4 You have kindred over yonder, On that bright and happy shore; By and by we’ll swell the number; When the toils of life are o’er. 5 Spread your sails, while heavenly breezes Gently waft our vessel on; All on board are sweetly singing; Free salvation is the song. 6 When we all are safely landed, Over on the shining shore, We will walk about the city, And we’ll sing for evermore. All the storms of life are over, Landed in the port of glory: Now no more on the ocean sailing— Safe at home beyond the tide. 314 8s, 7s & 4. He that hath ears let him hear. Matt. 13:9.