1 Lord, how large thy bounties are,
Tender, gracious, sinner’s friend!
What a feast dost thou prepare,
And what invitations send:
Now fulfill thy great design,
Who didst first the message bring,
Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.
2 Rushing on the downward road,
Sinners no compulsion need,
Glory to forsake, and God,
See they run with rapid speed:
Draw them back by love divine,
With Thy grace their spirits win,
Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.
3 Thus their willing souls compel,
Thus their happy minds constrain
From the ways of death and hell,
Home to God, and grace again;
Stretch that conquering arm of thine,
Once outstretch'd to bleed for sin;
Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lord, how large thy bounties are |
Title: | Compel them to come in |
Meter: | Hotham Tune |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Topic: | Scripture Invitations and Promises; Encouragement and invitation |