Come sinners, to the gospel feast;
Let every soul be Jesus' guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,
For God hath bidden all mankind.
Charles Wesley.

In my hand no price I bring;
Simply to thy cross I cling.

Augustus M. Toplady.

Now rest, my long-divided heart;
Fixed on this blissful center, rest:
With ashes who would grudge to part,
When called on angel's bread to feast?
Philip Doddridge.

Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

Edmund Jones.

God calling yet! I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell, from thee I part;

The voice of God hath reached my heart.
Gerhard Tersteegen.

Let grace our selfishness expel,

Our earthliness refine;

And kindness in our bosoms dwell

As free and true as thine.

John H. Gurney.

There for me the Saviour stands,

Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;

God is love! I know, I feel;

Jesus weeps and loves me still.

Charles Wesley.

From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke, To heaven he led his followers' way; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day.

John Bowring.

Fly abroad, thou mighty Gospel!
Win and conquer, never cease;
May thy lasting, wide dominion
Multiply and still increase;
Sway the scepter

Saviour, all the world around!
William Williams.

But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need:
The friend of sinners-yes, 'tis he,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
Joseph Grigg.

Just as I am, thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

Charlotte Elliott.

He raised me from the deeps of sin,
The gates of gaping hell,

And fixed my standing more secure
Than 'twas before I fell.

Isaac Watts.

Publish all around

Salvation through his name;

Till all the world take up the strain,
And send the echo back again.

James J. Cummins.

O sovereign Love, to thee I cry,
Give me thyself, or else I die!

Save me from death, from hell set free;
Death, hell, are but the want of thee.
Charles Wesley.

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 glimmering beam.
Joseph Hart.

What is the thing of greatest price,
The whole creation round?
That which was lost in Paradise,
That which in Christ is found.
James Montgomery.

Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.

Isaac Watts.

Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join;

Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.
Isaac Watts.

But what to those who find? Ah, this

Nor tongue nor pen can show:

The love of Jesus, what it is,
None but his loved ones know.
Bernard of Clairvaux.

Deep on my heart let memory trace His acts of mercy and of grace, Who, with a Father's tender care, Saved me when sinking in despair.

The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

James Montgomery.

No more a wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled,

I love my tender Shepherd's voice,
I love the peaceful fold;
No more a wayward child,

I seek no more to roam;

I love my heavenly Father's voice, I love, I love his home!

Horatius Bonar.

O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace!

The arms of love that compass me
Would all mankind embrace.
Charles Wesley.

Waft, waft, ye winds, his story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till, like a sea of glory,

It spreads from pole to pole:
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign.

Reginald Heber.

Our Unerring Chart

It is the golden casket

Where gems of truth are stored;
It is the heaven-drawn picture
Of thee, the Living Word.

William W. How.

Almighty Lord, the sun shall fail,
The moon forget her nightly tale,
And deepest silence hush on high
The radiant chorus of the sky;
But, fixed for everlasting years,
Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,
Thy word shall shine in cloudless day,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
Robert Grant.

Upon the gospel's sacred page

The gathered beams of ages shine.
John Bowring.

This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.

John Fawcett.

What glory gilds the sacred page!
Majestic, like the sun,

It gives a light to every age;

It gives, but borrows none.

William Cowper.