Hark! Hark! the invitation
Resounds through all the land,
The glorious proclamation,
The Savior's blest command.
Good news to all the nations,
Glad tidings of great joy,
How sweet the declarations
To sinful man brought nigh.
Ho! every one that thirsteth
List to the loving call,
In this God's grace consisteth,
'Tis free alike to all.
Salvation without money,
Pardon abundant, free,
As wine, and milk, and honey,
It flows for you and me.
Come now, though red as crimson
Thy scarlet sins do show,
I have the power to cleanse them,
And make them white as snow.
A fountain has been opened
Which purifies within.
The precious blood of Jesus,
It cleanses from all sin.
Again the invitation
In silver strain rolls on —
Come all ye heavy laden
For I your griefs have borne;
Lay down your weary burden
Upon My gentle breast;
Come, all who toil and labor,
And I will give you rest.
"YET A LITTLE WHILE, AND HE THAT SHALL. COME, WILL COME, AND WILL NOT TARRY."
Heb. 10:37.
"SURELY, I COME QUICKLY. AMEN: EVEN SO, COME, LORD JESUS."
Rev. 22:20.