Sinners, Obey the Gospel Word

Sinners

ob­ey the Gos­pel word!

Haste to the sup­per of my Lord;

Be wise to know your gra­cious day;

All things are rea­dy; come away.

Ready the Fa­ther is to own

And kiss His late re­turn­ing son;

Ready your lov­ing Sav­ior stands

And spreads for you His bleed­ing hands.

Ready the Spir­it of His love

Just now the stone to re­move

To ap­ply

and wit­ness with the blood

And wash and seal the sons of God.

Ready for you the an­gels wait

To tri­umph in your blest es­tate;

Tuning their harps they long to praise

The won­ders of re­deem­ing grace.

The Fa­ther

Son

and Ho­ly Ghost

Are rea­dy

with Their shin­ing host:

All Heav­en is rea­dy to re­sound

The dead’s alive! The lost is found!

Come then

ye sin­ners

to your Lord

In Christ to para­dise re­stored;

His prof­fered be­ne­fits em­brace

The ple­ni­tude of Gos­pel grace.

A par­don writ­ten with His blood

The fa­vor and the peace of God;

The see­ing eye

the feel­ing sense

The mys­tic joys of pe­ni­tence.

The god­ly grief

the pleas­ing smart

The melt­ings of a brok­en heart

The tears that tell your sins for­giv­en

The sighs that waft your souls to Heav­en.

The guilt­less shame

the sweet dis­tress

The un­ut­ter­able ten­der­ness

The gen­uine

meek hu­mil­ity

The won­der

Why such love to me?

The ov­er­whelm­ing pow­er of sav­ing grace

The sight that veils the ser­aph’s face;

The speech­less awe that dares not move

And all the si­lent heav­en of love.