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I long to see the season come,
When sinners shall come flocking home,
To taste the heav’n of Jesus’ love,
And seek the joys that are above.
Hark! ‘tis the glorious gospel sound,
Inviting sinners all around;
Behold! the loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands
He now is knocking at your heart,
Waiting salvation to impart;
To 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 wretched woe;
In worlds of light with Christ to dwell,
Or sink beneath his frowns to hell.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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