The Gospel Invitation (Murrey)

Come hum­bly to the mer­cy seat

Make all your ang­uish known;

Fall pros­trate at the Sav­ior’s feet

Who pleads be­fore the throne.

Come

sin­ner

now

and hum­bly bow

While yet the Spir­it pleads

At mer­cy’s gate the Sav­ior waits

And for you in­ter­cedes.

With pe­ni­ten­tial grief and tears

Your guilt and shame con­fess;

Confess to Him your sins and fears

Who rea­dy waits to bless.

Your sins may be of deep­est dye

Your crimes like crim­son glow;

The blood His flow­ing wounds sup­ply

Will cleanse you white as snow.

’Tis faith in Him

the Son of God

The cap­tive soul will free;

Faith in His warm and pre­cious blood

That flowed on Cal­va­ry.