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The Lord looked down from heaven's high tower

Hymnal: BW1867 #258 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 the Lord looked down from heaven's high tower, And all the sons of men did view, To see if any owned His power, If any truth or justice knew; 2 But all, He saw, were gone aside, All were degenerate grown, and base; None took religion for their guide, Not one of all the sinful race. 3 How will they tremble, then, for fear, When His just wrath shall them o'ertake: For to the righteous God is near, And never will their cause forsake. 4 Oh that from Sion he'd employ His might, and burst th' oppressive band! Then shouts of universal joy Should loudly echo through the land. Topics: Man a Sinner Depraved Scripture: Psalm 14 Languages: English
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Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan

Hymnal: BW1867 #259 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught each scene the note of woe; Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow; Behold, the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed; On Jesus cast thy weighty load; In Him thy refuge find, thy rest; Trust in the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Saviour--glorious word! For ever love and praise the Lord. 3 As spring the winter--day, the night, So peace thy gloom wall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright, Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; While glory weaves the immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

Hymnal: BW1867 #260 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, "Earth has no sorrows that heaven cannot cure." 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, boundless in love; Come to the feast prepared; come, ever knowing Earth has its sorrows, but heaven can remove. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Deep are the wounds that sin has made

Hymnal: BW1867 #261 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Deep are the wounds that sin has made: Where shall the sinner find a cure? In vain, alas! is nature's aid-- The work exceeds all nature's power. 2 And can no sovereign balm be found? And is no kind physician nigh To ease the pain and heal the wound, Ere life and hope for ever fly? 3 There is a great Physician near, Look up, oh fainting soul! and live: See, in His heavenly smiles appear Such ease as nature cannot give. 4 See, in the Savior's dying blood Life, health, and bliss abundant flow! 'Tis only this dear, sacred flood Can ease thy pain, and heal thy woe. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched

Hymnal: BW1867 #262 (1867) Lyrics: 1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore! Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity joined with power: He is able, He is willing: doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy! come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify: True belief, and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh-- Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth, Is to feel your need of Him; This He gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall! If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous,-- Sinners Jesus came to call. 5 View Him prostrate in the garden; On the ground your Maker lies! On the bloody tree behold Him; Hear Him cry, before He dies, "It is finished!" Sinner, will not this suffice? 6 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood; Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with His name: Hallelujah! Sinners here may sing the same. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Return, oh wanderer, return

Hymnal: BW1867 #263 (1867) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Return, oh wanderer, return, And seek an injured Father's face; Those warm desires that in Thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, oh wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, oh wanderer, return; Thy Savior bids thy spirit live; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear: 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Now is th' accepted time

Hymnal: BW1867 #264 (1867) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Now is th’accepted time, Now is the day of grace Now, sinners, come without delay, And seek the Saviour’s face. 2 Now is th’accepted time, The Saviour calls to-day; To-morrow, it may be too late; Then why should you delay? 3 Now is th’accepted time, The Gospel bids you come; And every promise in His word, Declares there yet is room. 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, And feast them with Thy love; Then will the angels swiftly fly To bear the news above. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Come, trembling sinner! in whose breast

Hymnal: BW1867 #265 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Come, trembling sinner! in whose breast, A thousand thoughts revolve-- Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve,-- 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my sin, Like a mountains, round me rose; I know His courts, I'll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3 Prostrate I'll lie before His throne, And there my guilt confess, I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone Without His sovereign grace. 4 Perhaps He will admit my plea, Perhaps will hear my prayer; But if I perish, I will pray, And perish only there. 5 I can but perish if I go; I am resolved to try: For if I stay away, I know I must for ever die. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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Who shall against the Lord prevail?

Hymnal: BW1867 #266 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Who shall against the Lord prevail? Or who presume to say, "That righteous law, which God proclaims, I dare to disobey?" 2 Ten thousand actions everywhere Th' impious language speak: Yet power omnipotent stands by, Nor do its thunders break. 3 But oh, the dreadful day draws near, When God's avenging hand Shall show, if feeble mortals' breath, Or God's own word, shall stand. 4 My soul, with rev'rence prostrate fall, Before the Voice divine; And all thine interest and thy powers To His command resign. 5 Let the vain of sons of Belial boast, Their tongues and thoughts are free; My noblest liberty I own, When subject most to Thee. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English
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The Saviour calls; let every ear

Hymnal: BW1867 #267 (1867) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 The Savior calls; let every ear Attend the heavenly sound: Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear; Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart Here streams of bounty flow; And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal woe. 3 Here springs of sacred pleasures rise, To ease your every pain; Immortal fountain! full supplies! Nor shall you thirst in vain. 4 Ye sinners! come, ’tis mercy’s voice; The gracious call obey; Mercy invites to heavenly joys, And can you yet delay? 5 Dear Savior! draw reluctant hearts; To Thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss Thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. Topics: Man a Sinner Invited Languages: English

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