Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: Ye dying sons of men
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Meter: PM
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Hymn Number: CXXIV
Page Number: 163, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsYe dying sons of men
Immerg'd in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend
Which Jesus sends to you;
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame,
He bids you come to day
Tho' poor, and blind and lame;
All things are ready sinner, come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
Believe the heav'nly word,
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is his name;
O faithless souls return and come,
Cast off your fear there yet is room.
Constrain'd by heav'nly love
Ye wand'ring sheep draw near,
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear;
Let whosoever will now come,
In Jesus' arms there still is room.