Hymnal: A Selection of Christian Hymns
Date: 1818
Compiler: Rice Haggard
Publisher/Printer: John Norvell
First Line: O hearken sinners we have come
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Hymn Number: 364
Page Number: 367, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsO hearken sinners we have come,
To warn you of your danger,
We pray be reconcil'd to him,
Who once lay in a manger.
CHORUS
Ho every one that thirsteth,
Come ye to the waters,
Freely drink and quench your thirst,
With Zion's sons and daughters.
That awful God that made your souls,
And all the world around you,
Doth charge you with ten thousand crimes,
But hateth to confound you.
Ho every one, &c.
The cross of Christ you have to bear,
Fearless of persecution,
Or groan you will when time shall cease,
In darkness and confusion.
Ho every one, &c.
O seek the circumcising grace,
Be wise, do not refuse it;
For if you seek your life to save,
You will be sure to lose it.
Ho every one, &c.
Come all ye humble weeping souls,
Who long to be forgiven,
We bring glad tidings unto you,
From the good Lord of Heaven.
Ho every one, &c.
There is a fountain deep and wide,
For sin and all uncleanness;
Come drink and wash & be made white,
And prove the gospel's fulness.
Ho every one, &c.
See the crowd that's travelling on,
In paths of self denial,
They march along the banks of love,
And long for your arrival.
Ho every one, &c.
Shall unbelief debar you from
The knowledge of your Saviour,
Believe and you'll be justified,
Believe and live forever.
Ho every one, &c.
I'm not surpris'd that angels sing,
That saints do shout around us;
I would glory, glory, too,
For God delights to save us.
Ho every one, &c.
My night of sin and grief is gone,
My soul is filled with glory,
O for a thousand tongues to tell,
Love's animating story.
Ho every one, &c.
Let heaven and earth with me unite,
To sing and shout Hosanna,
The Lord has pardoned all my sins,
And fill'd my soul with manna.
Ho every one, &c.
My old companions think I'm lost
Because I sing hosanna,
But they would shout as loud
If they had tasted manna.
Ho every one, &c.
The cold professors do detest
Such noise and loud hosanna;
And so did we before we sought
And found the hidden manna.
Ho every one, &c.
When on my dying bed I lie,
My soul shall sing hosanna;
With happy saints that shout around,
We'll have a feast of manna.
Ho every one, &c.
A glorious throng have gone before,
Who sing and shout hosanna,
They stand around the tree of life,
And always gather manna.
Ho every one, &c.
Come on ye followers of the Lamb,
Love God and sing hosanna;
We soon shall join that holy throng,
And always live on manna.
Ho every one, &c.