I hear the Savior say,

Thy strength indeed is small;

Child of weakness, watch and pray,

Find in me thine all in all.

CHO.--Jesus paid it all,

All to him I owe;

Sin had left a crimson stain,

He washed it white as snow.

2 Lord, now indeed I find

Thy power, and thine alone,

Can change the leper's spots,

And melt the heart of stone.

3 For nothing good have I

Whereby thy grace to claim--

I'll wash my garment white

In the blood of Calvary's Lamb.

4 When from my dying bed

My ransomed soul shall rise,

Then "Jesus paid it all"

Shall rend the vaulted skies.

5 And when before the throne

I stand in him complete,

I'll lay my trophies down,

All down at Jesus' feet.

Come to the blood-stained tree;

The Victim bleeding lies;

God sets the sinner free,

Since Christ, a ransom, dies.

2 The Spirit will apply

His blood to cleanse thy stain;

Oh, burdened soul, draw nigh,

For none can come in vain!

3 Dark though thy guilt appear,

And deep its crimson stain,

There's boundless mercy here,

Oh, do not still disdain.

4 Look not within for peace,

Within, there's nought to cheer;

Look up, and find release

From sin, and self, and fear.

Christ has for sin atonement made,

What a wonderful Savior!

We are redeem'd, the price is paid,

What a wonderful Savior!

CHO.--What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!

What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

2 I praise him for the cleansing blood,

What a wonderful Savior!

That reconciled my soul to God,

What a wonderful Savior!

3 He cleansed my heart from all its sin,

What a wonderful Savior!

And now he reigns and rules therein,

What a wonderful Savior!

4 He walks beside me in the way,

What a wonderful Savior!

And keeps me faithful day by day,

What a wonderful Savior!

5 He gives me overcoming power,

What a wonderful Savior!

And triumph in each conflict hour,

What a wonderful Savior!

6 To him I've given all my heart,

What a wonderful Savior!

The world shall never share a part,

What a wonderful Savior!

'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,

This great salvation brings;

The soul, delivered of its load,

In sweetest rapture sings.

CHO.--'Tis grace, 'tis grace,

Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful grace,

'Tis grace, 'tis grace,

Flowing still freely for me.

2 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace,

Which saves the soul from sin,

The power of rising evil days,

And reigns supreme within.

3 'Tis grace, 'tis grace, 'tis wonderful grace;

Its streams are full and free;

Are flowing now for all the race,

They even flow to me.

Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,

Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;

Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,

Seeking for me, for me.

2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary's tree

Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;

Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?

Dying for me, for me.

3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,

While I did wander afar from the fold,

Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,

Calling for me, for me.

4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;

Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;

Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,

Coming for me, for me.

Behold a stranger at the door,

He gently knocks, has knocked before;

Has waited long, is waiting still;

You treat no other friend so ill.

CHO.--Oh, let the dear Savior come in,

He'll cleanse the heart from sin,

Oh, keep him no more out at the door,

But let the dear Savior come in.

2 Oh, lovely attitude--he stands

With melting heart and loaded hands;

Oh, matchless kindness--and he shows

This matchless kindness to his foes.

3 But will he prove a friend indeed?

He will--the very friend you need;

The Friend of sinners? Yes, 'tis he.

With garments died on Calvary.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,

Turn out his enemy and thine;

That soul-destroying monster, sin,

And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn--

His feet, departed, ne'er return;

Admit him, or the hour's at hand

You'll at his door rejected stand.

Oh, do not let the word depart,

And close thine eyes against the light;

Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart;

Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

2 To-morrow's sun may never rise

To bless thy long-deluded sight;

This is the time, oh, then be wise!

Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

3 Our God in pity lingers still;

And wilt thou thus his love requite?

Renounce at length thy stubborn will;

Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

4 The world has nothing left to give,

It has no new, no pure delight;

Oh, try the life which Christians live;

Thou would'st be saved, why not to-night?

Sinners, turn; why will ye die?

God, your Maker, asks you why?

God, who did your being give,

Made you with himself to live;

He the fatal cause demands;

Asks the work of his own hands,--

Why, ye thankless creatures, why

Will ye cross his love, and die?

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?

God, your Savior, asks you why?

He, who did your souls retrieve,

Died himself, that ye might live.

Will ye let him die in vain?

Crucify your Lord again?

Why, ye ransomed sinners, why

Will ye slight his grace and die?

3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?

God, the Spirit, asks you why?

He who all your lives hath strove,

Urged you to embrace his love.

Will ye not his grace receive?

Will ye still refuse to live?

O ye dying sinners, why,

Why will ye forever die?

Hasten, sinner! to be wise,

Stay not for the morrow's sun;

Wisdom, if thou still despise,

Harder is she to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,

Lest thy season should be o'er,

Ere this evening's stage be run.

3 Hasten, sinner! to return,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,

Lest thy lamp should fail to burn,

Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed,

Stay not for the morrow's sun,

Lest perdition thee arrest,

Ere the morrow is begun.

Come, says Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice;

I will guide you to your home;

Weary pilgrim! hither come.

2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,

Long hast roamed this barren waste,

Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,

Seek for ease, but seek in vain!

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

In remorse for guilt who mourn!--

4 Hither come, for here is found

Balm that flows for every wound,

Peace that ever shall endure,

Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Why do you wait, dear brother,

Oh, why do you tarry so long?

Your Savior is waiting to give you

A place in his sanctified throng.

CHO.--Why not? why not?

Why not come to him now?

Why not? why not?

Why not come to him now?

2 What do you hope, dear brother,

To gain by a further delay?

There's no one to save you but Jesus,

There's no other way but his way.

3 Do you not feel, dear brother,

His Spirit now striving within?

Oh, why not accept his salvation,

And throw off thy burden of sin?

4 Why do you wait, dear brother,

The harvest is passing away,

Your Savior is longing to bless you,

There's danger and death in delay.

From the cross uplifted high,

Where the Savior deigns to die,

What melodious sounds we hear,

Bursting on the ravished ear!--

"Love's redeeming' work is done--

Come and welcome, sinner, come!

2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne--

Why beneath thy burdens groan?

On my pierced body laid,

Justice owns the ransom paid--

Bow the knee, and kiss the Son--

Come and welcome, sinner, come!

3 "Spread for thee, the festal board--

See with richest bounty stored;

To thy Father's bosom pressed,

Thou shalt be a child confessed,

Never from his house to roam;

Come and welcome, sinner, come!

4 "Soon the days of life shall end--

Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend!

Safe your spirit to convey

To the realms of endless day,

Up to my eternal home

Come and welcome, sinner, come!"

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor!

Behold a royal feast,

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,

For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands, with open arms;

He calls,--he bids you come;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;

But, see! there yet is room.

3 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart;

There love and pity meet;

Nor will he bid the soul depart,

That trembles at his feet

4 Oh! come, and with his children taste

The blessings of his love:

While hope attends the sweet repast

Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,

Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,

In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more

Are welcome still to come;

Ye longing souls! the grace adore,

Approach, there yet is room.

There is a line by us unseen,

That crosses every path,

The hidden boundary between

God's patience and his wrath.

2 To pass that limit is to die,

To die as if by stealth;

It does not quench the beaming eye,

Nor pale the glow of health.

3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne

By which our path is crossed;

Beyond which God himself hath sworn

That he who goes is lost?

4 How far may we go on to sin?

How long will God forbear?

Where does hope end, and where begin

The confines of despair?

5 An answer from the skies is sent,--

"Ye that from God depart,

While it is called to-day, repent,

And harden not your heart."

Come, humble sinner! in whose breast

A thousand thoughts revolve:

Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,

And make this last resolve:--

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin

Like mountains round me close;

I know his courts, I'll enter in

Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,

And there my guilt confess;

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,

Without his sovereign grace.

4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea;

Perhaps will hear my prayer;

But, if I perish, I will pray,

And perish only there.

5 "I can but perish if I go,

I am resolved to try;

For, if I stay away, I know

I must forever die."

Say, sinner, hath a voice within

Oft whispered to thy secret soul,

Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,

And yield thy heart to God's control?

2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,--

It was the Spirit's gracious call;

It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

3 Spurn not the call for life and light;

Regard in time the warning kind;

That call thou may'st not always slight

And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 God's Spirit will not always strive

With hardened self-destroying men;

Ye, who persist his love to grieve,

May never hear his voice again.

5 Sinner! perhaps this very day

Thy last accepted time may be:

Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away

Then hope may never beam on thee.

Just as thou art--without one trace

Of love, or joy, or inward grace,--

Or meekness for the heav'nly place,--

Oh, guilty sinner! come,--now come.

2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree;

The stripes, thy due, were laid on me,

That peace and pardon might be free;--

Oh, wretched sinner! come,--now come.

3 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blessed?

Trust not the world; it gives no rest;

I bring relief to hearts oppressed;--

Oh, weary sinner! come,--now come.

4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,

Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;

'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;--

Oh, trembling sinner! come,--now come.

5 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!"

Rejoicing saints re-echo, "Come!"

Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come;

Thy Savior bids thee come,--now come.

Jesus is tenderly calling thee home--

Calling to-day, calling to-day;

Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam

Farther and farther away?

REF.--Calling to-day,

Calling to-day.

Jesus is calling,

Is tenderly calling to-day.

2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest--

Calling to-day, calling to-day;

Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest;

He will not turn thee away.

3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now--

Waiting to-day, waiting to-day;

Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow;

Come, and no longer delay.

4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice--

Hear him to-day, hear him to-day;

They who believe on his name shall rejoice;

Quickly arise and away.

Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,

When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh?

Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, "Come!"

And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay,

Your hearts may grow better by staying away!

Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be,

While streams of salvation are flowing so free.

3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive;

Oh, how can you question, if you will believe?

If sin is your burden, why will you not come?

'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.

4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air?

There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;

If still you are doubting, make trial and see.

And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.

Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near;

The waters of life are now flowing for thee;

No price is demanded, the Savior is here,

Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.

2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse

The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God?

A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse

To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?

3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come,

For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day;

Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,--

Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.

4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,

Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight;

And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,--

To sink in the vale of eternity's night.

There's a wideness in God's mercy,

Like the wideness of the sea;

There's a kindness in his justice,

Which is more than liberty.

REF.--He is calling, "Come to me;"

Lord, I'll gladly haste to thee.

2 There's no place where earthly sorrows

Are more felt than up in heaven;

There's no place where earthly failings

Have such kindly judgment given.

3 For the love of God is broader

Than the measure of man's mind,

And the heart of the Eternal

Is most wonderfully kind.

4 But we make his love too narrow,

By false limits of our own;

And we magnify his strictness

With a zeal he will not own.

5 Pining souls, come nearer Jesus;

Come, but come not doubting thus;

Come with faith that trusts more freely

His great tenderness for us.

6 If our love were but more simple,

We should take him at his word;

And our lives would be all sunshine

In the sweetness of our Lord.

Come to Jesus, come to Jesus,

Come to Jesus just now,

Just now come to Jesus,

Come to Jesus just now.

2 He will save you.

3 Oh, believe him.

4 He is able.

5 He is willing.

6 He'll receive you.

7 Call upon him.

8 He will hear you.

9 Look unto him.

10 He'll forgive you.

11 Flee to Jesus.

12 He will cleanse you.

13 He will clothe you.

14 Jesus loves you.

15 Don't reject him.

16 Only trust him.

17 Hallelujah. Amen.

Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?

Who'll be the next the cross to bear?

Someone is ready, someone is waiting;

Who'll be the next a crown to wear?

REF.--Who'll be the next? Who'll be the next?

Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?

Who'll be the next to follow Jesus now?

Follow Jesus now?

2 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus--

Follow his weary, bleeding feet?

Who'll be the next to lay ev'ry burden

Down at the Father's mercy-seat?

3 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus?

Who'll be the next to praise his name?

Who'll swell the chorus of free redemption--

Sing, hallelujah! praise the Lamb?

4 Who'll be the next to follow Jesus,

Down thro' the Jordan's rolling tide?

Who'll be the next to join with the ransomed,

Singing upon the other side?

There's a stranger at the door,

Let him in,

He has been there oft before,

Let him in;

Let him in ere he is gone,

Let him in, the Holy One,

Jesus Christ, the Father's Son,

Let him in.

2 Open now to him your heart,

Let him in,

If you wait he will depart,

Let him in;

Let him in, he is your Friend,

He your soul will sure defend,

He will keep you to the end,

Let him in.

3 Hear you now his loving voice?

Let him in,

Now, oh, now make him your choice

Let him in;

He is standing at the door,

Joy to you he will restore,

And his name you will adore,

Let him in.

4 Now admit the heavenly Guest,

Let him in,

He will make for you a feast,

Let him in;

He will speak your sins forgiv'n,

And when earth ties all are riven,

He will take you home to heaven,

Let him in.

"Almost persuaded" now to believe;

"Almost persuaded" Christ to receive;

Seems now some soul to say,

"Go, Spirit, go thy way;

Some more convenient day

On thee I'll call."

2 "Almost persuaded," come, come to-day;

"Almost persuaded," turn not away,

Jesus invites you here,

Angels are ling'ring near,

Pray'rs rise from hearts so dear;

Oh, wand'rer, come!

3 "Almost persuaded," harvest is past!

"Almost persuaded," doom comes at last!

"Almost" cannot avail;

"Almost" is but to fail!

Sad, sad that bitter wail,--

"Almost," but lost!

To-day the Savior calls!

Ye wand'rers, come,

Oh, ye benighted souls,

Why longer roam?

2 To-day the Savior calls!

Oh, hear him now;

Within these sacred walls

To Jesus bow.

3 Today the Savior calls!

For refuge fly!

The storm of justice falls,

And death is nigh.

4 The Spirit calls to-day;

Yield to his power;

Oh, grieve him not away,

'Tis mercy's hour.

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love, and pow'r;

He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome;

God's free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance,

Every grace that brings you nigh,

Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth

Is to feel your need of him;

This he gives you;

'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam.

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Bruised and mangled by the fall;

If you tarry till you're better,

You will never come at all;

Not the righteous,--

Sinners Jesus came to call.

CHO.--Turn to the Lord and seek salvation,

Sound the praise of his dear name:

Glory, honor, and salvation,

Christ, the Lord, is come to reign.

CHO.--I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in his arms,

In the arms of my dear Savior,

Oh, there are ten thousand charms!

Listen, sinner! mercy hails you;

With her sweetest voice she calls;

Bids you hasten to the Savior,

Ere the hand of justice falls:

Listen, sinner!

'Tis the voice of mercy calls.

2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering

O'er the path you dare to tread!

Hark! the awful thunders rolling

Loud and louder o'er your head!

Flee, oh, sinner!

Lest the lightnings strike you dead.

3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior;

Sue his mercy while you may;

Soon the day of grace is over;

Soon your life will pass away,

Hasten sinner!

You must perish, if you stay.

Dropping souls! no longer mourn,

Jesus still is precious;

If to him you now return,

Heav'n will be propitious;

Jesus now is passing by,

Calling wand'rers near him;

Drooping souls! you need not die,

Go to him and hear him!

2 He has pardons full and free,

Drooping souls to gladden;

Still he cries--"Come unto me,

Weary, heavy laden!"

Tho' your sins, like mountains high,

Rise, and reach to heaven,

Soon as you on him rely,

All shall be forgiven.

3 Precious is the Savior's name,

All his saints adore him;

He to save the dying came;--

Prostrate bow before him!

Wand'ring sinner! now return;

Contrite souls! believe him!

Jesus calls you; cease to mourn;

Worship him; receive him.

Soon the evening shadows falling

Close the day of mortal life;

Soon the hand of death appalling

Draws thee from its weary strife.

CHO.--Are you ready? are you ready?

'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?

Are you ready? are you ready?

Do not linger longer, come to-day.

2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding

Calls thee to the judgment throne;

Now prepare, for love abounding

Yet has left thee not alone.

3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger!

Art thou ready--ready now?

Ready should Death's icy finger

Lay its chill upon thy brow?

4 Priceless love and free salvation

Freely still are offered thee;

Yield no longer to temptation,

But from sin and sorrow flee.

Broad is the road that leads to death,

And thousands walk together there;

But wisdom shows a narrow path,

With here and there a traveler.

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"

Is the Redeemer's great command;

Nature must count her gold but dross,

If she would gain this heavenly land.

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,

And walks the ways of God no more,

Is but esteemed almost a saint.

And makes his own destruction sure.

4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain;

Create my heart entirely new--

Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,

Which false apostates never knew.

Oh, where shall rest be found--

Rest for the weary soul?

'Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole.

2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh;

'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,

Unmeasured by the flight of years;

And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;

Oh, what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death!

5 Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banished from thy face,

And evermore undone.

How sad would it be, if when thou didst call,

All hopeless and unforgiven,

The angel that stands at the beautiful gate,

Should answer, No room in heaven.

REF.--Sad, sad, sad would it be!

No room in heaven for thee!

No room, no room,

No room in heaven for thee!

2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past,

The bright summer days all over;

To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,

And left thee alone forever.

3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,

Remember the love that he gave you;

The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,

And Jesus now waits to save you.

Called to the feast by the King are we,

Sitting, perhaps, where his people be,

How will it fare, friend, with thee and me,

When the King comes in?

REF.--When the King comes in, brother,

When the King comes in!

How will it fare with thee and me

When the King comes in?

2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been,

Glorified he who once died for men,

Splendid the vision before us then,

When the King comes in.

3 Like lightning's flash will that instant show

Things hidden long from both friend and foe,

Just what we are will each neighbor know,

When the King comes in.

4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest

Who is in white wedding garments dressed,

Ah, well for us if we stand the test,

When the King comes in.

5 Endless the separation then,

Bitter the cry of deluded men,

Awful that moment beyond all ken,

When the King comes in.

6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace,

So to await thee each in his place,

That we may fear not to see thy face

When thou comest in.

The door of salvation is open wide,

And Jesus invites you to come;

While mercy and pardon await within,

Oh, enter while yet there is room.

REF.--When the door once is shut,

To entreat will be vain;

'Twill never, no, never

Be opened again.

2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,

The day and the hour are at hand;

Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near;

Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?

3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,

And plead for admittance in vain,

You'd think of the Savior's entreating voice,

And long for this moment again.

Oh, that my load of sin were gone;

Oh, that I could at last submit

At Jesus' feet to lay it down--

To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;

Savior of all, if mine thou art,

Give me the meek and lowly mind,

And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,

And fully set my spirit free;

I cannot rest till pure within--

Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;

Thy light and easy burden prove;

The cross all stained with hallowed blood,

The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power;

My heart from every sin release;

Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,

And fill me with thy perfect peace.

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;

Let a repenting rebel live;

Are not thy mercies large and free?

May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass

The power and glory of thy grace;

Great God, thy nature hath no bound,

So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,

And make my guilty conscience clean;

Here, on my heart, the burden lies

And past offenses pain mine eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,

Against thy law, against thy grace;

Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,

I am condemned, but thou art clear.

5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,

Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,

Would light on some sweet promise there,

Some sure support against despair.