4 Joyful his eye shall on each one rest Who is in white wedding garments dressed, Ah, well for us if we stand the test, When the King comes in.
5 Endless the separation then, Bitter the cry of deluded men, Awful that moment beyond all ken, When the King comes in.
6 Lord, grant us all, we implore thee, grace, So to await thee each in his place, That we may fear not to see thy face When thou comest in.
J.E. Landor.
231 When the Door is Shut. P.M.
_The Present Invitation._
The door of salvation is open wide, And Jesus invites you to come; While mercy and pardon await within, Oh, enter while yet there is room.
Ref.--When the door once is shut, To entreat will be vain; "Twill never, no, never Be opened again.
2 The feast of the gospel awaits its guests, The day and the hour are at hand; Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near; Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?
3 Dear friends, if you ever should stand without, And plead for admittance in vain, You"d think of the Savior"s entreating voice, And long for this moment again.
M. E. Servoss.
232 Hebron. L.M.
_My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495)
Oh, that my load of sin were gone; Oh, that I could at last submit At Jesus" feet to lay it down-- To lay my soul at Jesus" feet.
2 Rest for my soul I long to find; Savior of all, if mine thou art, Give me the meek and lowly mind, And stamp thine image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, And fully set my spirit free; I cannot rest till pure within-- Till I am wholly lost in thee.
4 Fain would I learn of thee, my G.o.d; Thy light and easy burden prove; The cross all stained with hallowed blood, The labor of thy dying love.
5 I would, but thou must give the power; My heart from every sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace.
Charles Wesley, 1742.
233 Hebron. L.M.
_Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493)
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpa.s.s The power and glory of thy grace; Great G.o.d, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard"ning love be found.
3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here, on my heart, the burden lies And past offenses pain mine eyes.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.
Charles Wesley, 1742.
234 Hebron. L.M.
_Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494)
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite, Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart, And still shook off my guilty fears; And vexed and urged, thee to depart, For many long rebellious years.
3 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all whoe"er thy grace received!
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen; Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
4 This only woe I deprecate; This only plague I pray remove; Nor leave me in my lost estate; Nor curse me with this want of love.
5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release, Upraise me with thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land.
Charles Wesley, 1749.
235 Woodworth. L.M.
_Coming in Humility._ (489)
Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd"st me come to thee, O Lamb of G.o.d, I come! I come!
2 Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of G.o.d, I come! I come!
3 Just as I am, tho" tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of G.o.d, I come! I come!
4 Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of G.o.d, I come! I come!
5 Just as I am--thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of G.o.d, I come! I come!
6 Just as I am--thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down; Now to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of G.o.d, I come! I come!
Charlotte Elliott, 1836.
236 Badea. S.M.
_Decision._ (506)