Hymnal: CHSS1801 #XXXV (1801) Lyrics: 1 Come all ye poor sinners that from Adam came,
Ye poor and ye blind, and ye halt, and ye lame,
Close in with the gospel, upon its own terms,
Or you'll burn forever, like poor, mortal worms.
2 When the Lord shall descend, with a shout, from above,
And call home his saints to bless them with his love,
And you not renew'd in your souls by his grace,
Away you must turn with a sorrowful face.
3 For if you deny Christ, he will deny you
You'll be found on his left hand with the wicked crew
In horror and in torment forever you'll lie;
In vain then for mercy, in vain you must cry.
4 You've read of the rich man and beggar also;
The beggar he died and to Jesus did go;
The rich man he died, and to his sad surprise,
Awak'd in Hell, and he lift up his eyes;
5 Seeing Abra'm afar off in the mansions above,
And Laz'rus in his bosom in raptures of love,
He cry'd, "father Abra'm, send to my relief,
"For I am tormented with pain and with grief."
6 He said, "Son remember when you liv'd so bold,
"Dress'd in your fine linen, your purple and gold,
"Whilst Laz'rus was laid at your gate full of grief,
"You had not compassion to give him relief.
7 "Besides there's a gulph fix't betwixt us you see,
"So those that would pass from hence can't come to thee;
"But there you must lie, and lament your sad state,
For now you are sending your cries up too late."
8 He cried "father Abra'm, I pray you provide,
"Send one from the dead, I've five brethren beside,
"They hearing from me and of my wretched state,
"Perhaps they'll repend now, before 'tis too late.
9 "They have a rich gospel that spreads far and wide;
"They've Moses, the prophets, and apostles beside,
"If they'll not adhere unto them and repent,
"They will not believe though one from the dead went."
10 Come, poor Zion mourners, O don't you despair,
But cry to your Jesus, he'll answer you pray'r;
He'll hear your complaints, and ease all your grief;
He'll pardon your sins, and will give you relief.
11 And when you shall come to lay your bodies down,
You'll fly to the regions where you'll wear a crown,
The smiles that will come from sweet Jesus's face
Will make you adore and admire his free grace.
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