Sinner Hear The Saviors Call

Sinner, hear the Saviour’s call,
He now is passing by;
He has seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry;
He has pardons to impart,
Grace to save thee from thy fears,
See the love that fills his heart,
And wipes away thy tears.

Why art thou afraid to come
And tell him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face:
Wilt thou fear Emmanuel?
Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Who, to save thy soul from from hell,
Has shed his precious blood?

Think, how on the cross he hung
Pierced with a thousand wounds,
hark, from each as with a tongue,
The voice of pardon sounds!
See from all his bursting veins,
Blood of wond’rous virtue flow?
Shed to wash away the stains,
And ransom thee from woe.

Though his majesty be great
His mercy is no less;
Though he thy transgressions hate,
He feels for thy distress;
By himself the Lord has sworn,
He delights not in thy death,
But invites thee to return,
That thou mayest live by faith.

Raise thy downcast eyes and see
What throngs his throne surround!
These, tho’ sinners once like thee,
Have full salvation found;
Yield not then to unbelief!
While he says, “There yet is room;”
Tho’ of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thee, come.