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Hark! hark, what sounds are these so pleasing
Sinners, wipe the falling tear:
'Tis love divine, and never ceasing,
Flows from Jesus to the ear.
“Come unto me all ye that labor;
Sinners, heavy laden come,”
None are more welcome to the Saviour,
Than the wretched and undone.
Let not the weight of sin distress you,
Cease to heave the plaintive sigh;
A hearty welcome now awaits you;
Come, and you shall never die.
“Come, ye sinners, come and wonder,
How such mercy you withstood;
Parch’d with thirst, and starv’d with hunger,
Satiate your souls with good.”
If by sin and sore temptation,
Heavy laden and opprest,
Behold the gracious invitation,
Come and I will give you rest;
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No longer let the tempter keep you
Fast in chains of unbelief;
Tho’ late in Life, the word assures you,
Christ could save the dying Thief.
Mary Magdalen too can witness,
To the mercy she receiv’d:
Then doubt no longer of your fitness—
Saul, of sinners chief believ’d.
Ho! all ye sinners, heavy laden,
Fly to Christ, the Saviours breast;
Receive the pressing invitation,
Come, and I will give you rest.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 7 9 7
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 11:28;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 363 |
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