XCIV. An Invitation to Sinners

1 Come to the glorious gospel feast
Ho ev'ry one that will!
O come ye starving souls and taste
Those joys that none can tell.

2 Arise ye mortals that are sad
And bord'ring on despair,
Lo there is balm in Gilead,
And a Physician there.

3 Look to the Savior's bleeding side,
Behold the purple gore;
It was for wounded souls he dy'd,
The sin-sick to restore.

4 Behold him on the cursed tree,
With arms extended wide,
For sinners such as you and me,
The bleeding Savior dy'd.

5 'Tis finish'd, said his dying breath,
And conquer'd death and hell,
That rebels, doom'd to endless death,
Might in his bosom dwell.

6 Come then receive his grace and tell
The wonders of his love;
'Till we arise with him to dwell,
In the bright worlds above.

7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy,
Or wound your peaceful breast;
But boundless love, unmingled joy,
And everlasting rest.

Text Information
First Line: Come to the glorious gospel feast
Title: An Invitation to Sinners
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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