1 Come to the glor'ous gospel feast
Ho! ev'ry one that will!
O come ye starving souls and taste
Those joys that none can tell.
2 Arise ye mortals that are sad
And bord'ring on despair,
Lo there is balm in Gilead,
And a physician there.
3 Look to the Savior's bleeding side,
Behold the purple gore;
It was for wounded souls he dy'd,
The sin-sick to restore.
4 Behold him on the cursed tree,
With arms extended wide,
For sinners such as you and me,
The bleeding Savior dy'd.
5 'Tis finish'd said his dying breath,
And conquer'd death and hell,
That rebels, doom'd to endless death,
Might in his bosom dwell.
6 Come then receive his grace and tell
The wonders of his love;
Till we arise with him to dwell,
In the bright worlds above.
7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy,
Or wound your peaceful breast;
But boundless love, unmingled joy,
And everlasting rest.
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First Line: | Come to the glor'ous gospel feast |
Title: | An Invitation to Sinners |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1800 |