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Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous—
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth.
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you—
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Agonizing in the garden,—
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"
Sinners will this not suffice?
Lo! th' incarnate God ascended.
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven.
Sweetly echo with his name:
Hallelujah! —
Sinners here may sing the same.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 11:28-30;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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JORDON
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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| # 465 | | | # 724 | C | | # 348 | C | | # 320 | C |
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