2 “I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
  Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I’ll enter in
  Whatever may oppose.

3 “Prostrate I’ll lie before his throne,
  And there my guilt confess;
I’ll tell him I’m a wretch undone,
  Without his sovereign grace.

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

5 “I can but perish if I go,
  I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
  I must forever die.”

     Edmund Jones, 1777.

212 Sessions.  L.M.

My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive. (427)

Say, sinner, hath a voice within
  Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
  And yield thy heart to God’s control?

2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,—­
  It was the Spirit’s gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
  And haste to seek in Christ thine all.

3 Spurn not the call for life and light;
  Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou may’st not always slight
  And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 God’s Spirit will not always strive
  With hardened self-destroying men;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
  May never hear his voice again.

5 Sinner! perhaps this very day
  Thy last accepted time may be: 
Oh! should’st thou grieve him now away
  Then hope may never beam on thee.

     Mrs. Ann B. Hyde.

213 Just As Thou Art.  L.M.

Just As Thou Art. (428)

Just as thou art—­without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,—­
Or meekness for the heav’nly place,—­
  Oh, guilty sinner! come,—­now come.

2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary’s tree;
The stripes, thy due, were laid on me,
That peace and pardon might be free;—­
  Oh, wretched sinner! come,—­now come.

3 Burdened with guilt, would’st thou be blessed? 
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
I bring relief to hearts oppressed;—­
  Oh, weary sinner! come,—­now come.

4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;
’Tis mercy’s voice salutes thine ears;—­
  Oh, trembling sinner! come,—­now come.

5 “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!”
Rejoicing saints re-echo, “Come!”
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come;
  Thy Savior bids thee come,—­now come.

     Russell S. Cook, 1850, a.

214 Jesus is Calling.  P.M.

The Call of Christ.

Jesus is tenderly calling thee home—­
  Calling to-day, calling to-day;
Why from the sunshine of love wilt thou roam
  Farther and farther away?

Ref.—­Calling to-day,
      Calling to-day. 
      Jesus is calling,
      Is tenderly calling to-day.