1 Come to the glorious gospel feast
Ho! every one that will!
O come ye starving souls and taste
Those joys that none can tell.
2 Arise ye mortals that are sad
And bordering 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 died,
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 died.
5 'Tis finished said his dying breath,
And conquered death and hell,
That rebels, doomed 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.
Divine Hymns, or Spiritual Songs: for the use of religious assemblies and private Christians 1800
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