A Selection of Hymns ‎#CXXI

CXXI. Whosover will, let him come

1 Ye scarlet colour'd sinners, come;
Jesus the Lord invites you home;
O whither can you go?
What— are your crimes of crimson hue?
His promise is for ever true,
He'll wash you white as snow.

2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways,
Whose weeping nights, and wretched days,
In bitterness are spent:
Return to Jesus— he'll reveal
His lovely face, and sweetly heal
What you so much lament.

3 Tried souls! look up—he says 'Tis I—
He loves you still, but means to try
If faith will bear the test;
The Lord has giv'n the chiefest good,
He shed for you his precious blood;
O trust him for the rest!

4 Ye tender souls, draw hither too,
Ye grateful, highly favor'd few,
Who feel the debt you owe;
Press on, the Lord hath more to give;
By faith upon him daily live,
And you shall find it so.

Text Information

• First Line: Ye scarlet-color'd sinners, come
• Title: Whosover will, let him come
• Meter: Chatham Tune
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: Scripture Invitations and Promises; Backsliders invited to return; Encouragement and invitation
• Notes: Author: W—

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