FOR a thousand tongues to fing
My dear Redeemer's praife!
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of his grace!
2 My gracious Mafter, and my God,
Affift me to proclaim,
To fpread through all the earth abroad
The honours of thy name.
3. Jefus, the name that charms our fears,
That bids our forrows cease:
'Tis mufic in the finner's ears;
'Tis life, and health, and peace.
4 He breaks the pow'r of cancell'd fin,
He fets the pris'ner free;
His blood can make the fouleft clean:
His blood avail'd for me.
5 Look unto him, ye nations, own
Your God, ye fallen race;
Look, and be fav'd through faith alone,
Be juftify'd by Grace!
6 See all your fins on Jefus laid:
The Lamb of God was flain,
His foul was once an off'ring made
For every foul of man.
7 With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your fins forgiv'n;
Anticipate your heav'n below,
And own that love is heav'n.
COME, ye finners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, fick and fore,
Jefus ready ftands to fave you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Ho! 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 Jefus Chrift and buy,
3 Let not confcience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream,"
All the fitnefs he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you,'
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden'd, Bruis'd and mangl'd by the fall, If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all; Not the righteous, Sinners Jefus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker proftrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finish'd!"
Sinners will not this fuffice?
6 Lo! th' incarnate God afcending,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other truft intrude;
None but Jefus
Can do helpless finners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blifsful feats of heav'n
Sweetly echo with his name:
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the fame.
COME, finners, to the gospel-feast ;
Let every foul be Jefu's gueft:
Ye need not one be left behind; For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call, The invitation is to all:
Come, all the world: Come, finner, thou! All things in Chrift are ready now.. 3 Come, all ye fouls by fin oppreft, Ye reftiefs wand'rers after reft;
Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind,
In Chrift a hearty welcome find.
4 My meffage as from God receive:
Ye all may come to Chrift and live;
O let his love your hearts conftrain,
Nor fuffer him to die in vain!
5 His love is mighty to compel;
His conqu'ring love confent to feel;
Yield to his love's refiftless pow'r;
And fight against your God no more.
6 See all your fins on Jefus laid:
The Lamb of God was flain,
His foul was once an off'ring made
For every foul of man.
7 With me, your chief, ye then shall know,
Shall feel your fins forgiv'n;
Anticipate your heav'n below,
And own that love is heav'n.
COME, ye finners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, fick and fore,
Jefus ready ftands to fave you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r;
He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Ho! 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 Jefus Chrift and buy.
3 Let not confcience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream,
All the fitnefs he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden'd,
Bruis'd and mangl'd by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jefus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker proftrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him!
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