SINNERS,
believe the Gospel word,
Jesus is come your souls to save;
Jesus is come, your common Lord;
Pardon ye all through Him may have,
May now be sav’d, whoever will;
This man receiveth sinners still.
See where
the lame, the halt, the blind,
The deaf, the dumb, the sick, the poor,
Flock to the Friend of humankind,
And freely all accept their cure;
To whom did He His help deny?
Whom in His days of flesh pass by?
Did not His
Word the fiends expel,
The lepers cleanse, and raise the dead?
Did He not all their sickness heal,
And satisfy their every need?
Did He reject the helpless clay,
Or send them sorrowful away?
Nay, but
His bowels yearned to see
The people hungry, scatter’d, faint:
Nay, but He uttered over thee,
Jerusalem, a true complaint:
Jerusalem, who shedd’st his blood,
That, with his tears, for thee hath flow’d.
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