Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Compiler: Silas W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: I long to see the season come
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Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 403, click to see hymnal pages
I LONG to see the season come,
When sinners shall come flocking home
To taste the heaven of Jesus' love,
And seek the joys that are above.
Hark! 'tis the glorious gospel sound,
Inviting sinners all around;
Behold your loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
He now stands knocking at your heart,
Waiting salvation to impart,
He'll wash you in atoning blood,
And seal you heirs and sons of God.
A few more days and you must go
To realms of joy or endless woe;
In worlds above with Christ to dwell,
Or sink beneath his frowns to hell.
Come, sinners, all now warning take,
And all your sinful ways forsake,
This world give o'er, leave friends behind,
In Christ you shall redemption find.
Take your companions by the hand,
And all your children in a band;
And give them up at Jesus' call,
He'll pardon, bless, and save them all.
When the great day of Christ shall come,
And He collects His jewels home,
On Zion's mount we then shall stand,
And join the bright angelic band.
O what a glorious company,
May I be there the sight to see;
And join in praise of Jesus' name,
All glory in Jerusalem.