2 We’re going to see the bleeding Lamb; Will you go? In rapturous strains to praise his name; Will you go? The crown of life we there shall wear, The conqueror’s palms our hands shall bear, And all the joys of heaven we’ll share; Will you go? 3 We’re going to join the heavenly choir; Will you go? To raise our voice and tune the lyre; Will you go? There saints and angels gladly sing Hosanna to their God and King, And make the heavenly arches ring; Will you go? 4 Ye weary, heavy-laden, come; Will you go? In the blest house there still is room; Will you go? The Lord is waiting to receive, If thou wilt on him now believe, He’ll give thy troubled conscience ease; Come, believe. 5 The way to heaven is straight and plain, Will you go? Believe, repent, be born again; Will you go? The Saviour cries aloud to thee “Take up thy cross, and follow me, And thou shalt my salvation see; Come to me.” 6 O, could I hear some sinner say, I will go, I’ll start this moment, clear the way, Let me go! My old companions, fare you well, I will not go with you to hell, With Jesus Christ I mean to dwell, Let me go! fare you well. 321 9s & 8s. The Spirit and the Bride say come. Rev. 22:17. All you that are weary and sad—come! And you that are cheerful and glad—come! In robes of humility clad—come! The Saviour invites you to-day. CHORUS. Let youth in its freshness and bloom—come! Let man in the pride of his noon—come! Let age on the verge of the tomb—come! Let none in his pride stay away. 2 Let the halt, and the maimed, and the blind—come! Let all who are freely inclined—come! With an humble and peaceable mind—come! Away from the waters of strife. 3 The Spirit and Bride freely say—Come! And let him that heareth it, say—Come! And let him that thirsteth to-day—come! And drink of the fountain of life. 322 6s & 4s, peculiar. The garment of praise, etc. Isaiah 61:3. Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay, Wait not for to-morrow, yield thee to-day; Heaven bids thee come While yet there’s room: Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey. 2 Child of sin and sorrow, why wilt thou die? Come, while thou canst borrow help from on high: Grieve not that love, Which from above— Child of sin and sorrow— Would bring thee nigh.