Lord How Large Thy Bounties Are


Lord, how large Thy bounties are,
Tender, gracious sinner’s friend;
What a feast dost Thou prepare,
And what invitations send?
Now fulfill Thy great design,
Who didst first the message bring;
Every heart to Thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.

Rushing on the downward road,
Sinners no compulsion need;
Heaven to forsake, and God,
See, they run with rapid speed.
Draw them back by love divine-
With Thy grace their spirits win;
Every heart to Thee incline;
Now compel them to come in.

Thus their willing souls compel-
Thus their happy minds constrain,
From the ways of death and hell,
Home to God, and grace again.
Stretch that conquering arm of Thine,
Once stretched out bleed for sin;
Every heart to Thee incline,
Now compel them to come in.