2 Jesus is calling the weary to rest—­
  Calling to-day, calling to-day;
Bring him thy burden and thou shalt be blest;
  He will not turn thee away.

3 Jesus is waiting, oh, come to him now—­
  Waiting to-day, waiting to-day;
Come with thy sins, at his feet lowly bow;
  Come, and no longer delay.

4 Jesus is pleading, oh, list to his voice—­
  Hear him to-day, hear him to-day;
They who believe on his name shall rejoice;
  Quickly arise and away.

     Fanny J. Crosby.

215 Goshen. 11s.

All Things Ready. (469)

Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die,
When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? 
Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, “Come!”
And angels are waiting to welcome you home.

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, Your hearts may grow better by staying away!  Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, While streams of salvation are flowing so free.

3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; Oh, how can you question, if you will believe?  If sin is your burden, why will you not come?  ’Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.

4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air?  There’s mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see.  And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.

     Josiah Hopkins, 1830.

216 Goshen. 11s.

Danger of Delay. (470)

Delay not, delay not; oh, sinner! draw near;
  The waters of life are now flowing for thee;
No price is demanded, the Savior is here,
  Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.

2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse
  The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? 
A fountain is opened,—­how canst thou refuse
  To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?

3 Delay not, delay not, oh, sinner! to come,
  For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day;
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,—­
  Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.

4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,
  Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight;
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,—­
  To sink in the vale of eternity’s night.

     Thomas Hastings, 1831.

217 He is Calling. 8s & 7s.

Divine Sympathy. (477)

There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
  Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in his justice,
  Which is more than liberty.

Ref.—­He is calling, “Come to me;”
      Lord, I’ll gladly haste to thee.

2 There’s no place where earthly sorrows
  Are more felt than up in heaven;
There’s no place where earthly failings
  Have such kindly judgment given.

3 For the love of God is broader
  Than the measure of man’s mind,
And the heart of the Eternal
  Is most wonderfully kind.