Heaven to forsake, and God;
See, they run with rapid speed!

4 Draw them back by love divine, With thy grace their spirits win;

Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.

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
sin;

Every heart to thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.

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,
Come and wash in Jesus blood;
To the son of David cry,
In his word he's passing by.

3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All you want in Jesus find:
This the day of mercy is,
Now accept the proffer'd bliss.

4 Debtors, who have nought to pay,

Come to Jesus, haste away;
All your sins on him were laid,
All your debts the Surety paid.

5 "It is finish'd," lo! he cries,
Ere on yonder cross he dies;
O believe the record true,
Jesus died for such as you.