2 Say, have you an arm like God, That you his will oppose? Fear ye not that iron rod With which he breaks his foes? Can you stand in that dread day Which his justice shall proclaim— When the earth shall melt away Like wax before the flame? 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his bar; Then, to hear your awful doom, Will fill you with despair! All your sins will round you crowd— You shall mark their crimson dye— Each for vengeance crying loud; And what can you reply? 4 Though your heart were made of steel, Your forehead lined with brass, God at length will make you feel— He will not let you pass: Sinners then in vain will call— Those who now despise his grace— “Rocks and mountains, on us fall, And hide us from his face.” 318 8s & 6s. If any man thirst, let him come unto me. John 7:37. Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest? Trust not the world; it gives no rest: I bring relief to hearts oppressed; O, weary sinner, come! 2 Come, leave thy burden at the cross; Count all thy gains but empty dross; My grace repays all earthly loss: O, needy sinner, come! 3 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears; ’Tis mercy’s voice salutes thine ears: O, trembling sinner, come! 4 “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;” Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come! Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come: Thy Saviour bids thee come. 319 6s. Sinner, come. Sinner! come, ’mid thy gloom, All thy guilt confessing; Trembling now, contrite bow, Take the offered blessing. 2 Sinner! come, while there’s room— While the feast is waiting; While the Lord, by his word, Kindly is inviting. 3 Sinner! come, ere thy doom Shall be sealed for ever; Now return, grieve and mourn, Flee to Christ, the Saviour. 4 Sinner! come to thy home, High in heaven gleaming; To the sky lift thine eye, With true sorrow streaming. 5 Sinner! haste, time fleets fast, And the grave is yawning; Win renown, seize the crown, Eternity is dawning. 320 8s & 3s. Will you go? We’re traveling home to heaven above; Will you go? To sing the Saviour’s dying love; Will you go? Millions have reached that blest abode, Anointed kings and priests to God, And millions more are on the road; Will you go?