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INVITATIONS oh- TIIR GOSPKL.
3 O sinners, sinners ! won’t you hear,
When in God’s name I come ?
Upon your peril don’t forbear,
Lest hell should be your doom.
1 What will your doom, poor mortals be,
If destitute of grace,
When you your injured judge shall see,
And stand before his face ?
5 Could you but shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye!
6 But death and hell must all appear,
And you among them stand,
Before Christ’s awful, flaming bar,
And wait his dread command.
7 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a listening ear,
Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrapt in keen despair.
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Whoever will, let him come.
1 WHAT amazing words of grace
v--' Are in the gospel found !
Suited to every sinner’s case
Who knows the joyful sound,
2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here ;
Salvation like a river rolls,
Abundant, free, and clear.
3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your every burden bring ;
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