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Woodbury, I. B. (Issac Baker), 1819-1858 (ed.) / The new lute of Zion: a collection of sacred music, designed for the use of congregations generally, but more especially the Methodist Episcopal Church
(c1856)
Chants, pp. [312]-315
Page 315
V H A N T S--onclude No. 1 " 0Cou, TA IngIas."" From Pwneer., A - 1. come, e sinners, poor and needy, Weal and wounded, I sick and j sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of I pity, I love, and I power: He is able, He is I willing: I doubt no I more. 2. Now, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty j glori- I fy; True belief and true repentance,- Every Irace that I brings you I nigh,- Come ithout money, Come to I Jesus I Christ and I buy. 8. Let no eonscienee make you linger: Nor of fitness j fondly I dream: All the fitness he requireth Is to I feel your I need of him: This he gives you,- e'Ti the J Spirit's I glimmering 1 beam. 4, Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled I by the I fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will I never f come at 4 all; ot the righteous,- ners ]Jesus I came to I call 0"4 metre of 6 lines ray be sung to this chese 5. Ago*izing the garden, x Your Redeemer I prostrate I lies On the bloody tree behold him I Hear i cry, be- I fore he dies It is finished I Sinners, I will not Ithis suf. fleet 6. Lo I th'inearnate God, ascending, Pleads the merit I of his I blood: Venture on him,-venture freely; Let no I other I trust i. I trude: None but Jesus Can do I helpless I sinners I good. 7. Saints and angels, joined in concert, Sing the praises I of the J Lamb; While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly I echo I with his I name: Hallelujah I Sinners I here may I do the I same. 1. There is a calm for I those who I weep, A rest for weary Ipilgrims I found: They softly lie, and sweetly I sleep Low in the I grouni. t. The storm that wrecks the I winter I sky, No more disturbs their I deep re- pose, Than summer evening's I latest I sigh, That shuts the I rose. Thou traveler in, the I vale of I teers, To realms of ever- I lasting I'light, Through time's dark wilder- I ness of years Pursue thy I flight. 4. Whate'er thy lot, where- I e'er thou I be, Confess thy folly- I kiss the I rod; And in thy chastening I sorrows I see The hand of I God. a. Though long of winds and I waves tl Isport, Condemned in wretched- j ness to roam, Thou soon shalt reach a j sheltering I port, A quiet I home. 1. Out of the depths have I cried unto I thee, 0 1 Lord. Lord, hear my voice; let thine ears be attentive to the I voice of..my I supplW I cations. 2. If thou, Lord, shouldet mark iniquities, 0 Lord, who shall I stand. But there is forgivene with thee, That /thou- I mayest be I feared. 2. I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and i6 his I word..do I I hope. M, soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning, I say, I. more than..they that I waich..for the I morning. 4. Let Israel hope in the Lord, for with the Lord there is mercy, and with him Is- pleniteos..re- I demp. tion. And he shall redeem Irael from I all- j his i- I quis, 315
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