Heaven to forsake, and God; 4 Draw them back by love divine, With thy grace their spirits win; Every heart to thee incline, 5 Thus their willing souls compel, Thus their happy minds constrain, From the ways of death and hell, Home to God, and grace again. 6 Stretch that conquering arm of thine, Once stretched out to bleed for Every heart to thee incline, 65. COME YE WEARY. 1 COME, ye weary souls opprest, Find in Christ the promised rest; On him all your burdens roll, He can wound, and he maka whole. 3 Ye that dread the wrath of God, 3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind, 4 Debtors, who have nought to pay, Come to Jesus, haste away; 5 "It is finish'd," lo! he cries, |