A CALL TO THE UNCONVERTED.
By Julia A. Bentley
COME, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Burdened with your load of guilt,
Come and give your heart to Jesus;
He for sin his blood has spilt.
Up in Heaven that blessed Saviour
Now for trusting sinners pleads;
He who gave himself to save you
Can and will supply your needs.
Come, then, weary, heavy laden,
Cast your burdens on the Lord;
He has promised to sustain you;
You can lean upon his word.
Never was a friend so faithful;
Never was a friend so true;
Oh the love, the love of Jesus—
Jesus bled and died for you. Come, then, sinners, do not tarry;
Now is the accepted day;
Come, confess your sins to Jesus,
He will take them all away.
That he might atone for sinners,
Christ, the Lord of glory, died;
And for sin a cleansing fountain,
Full and free he has supplied. Come, O come, polluted sinner,
Do not wait another day;
Plunge beneath that cleansing fountain,
And wash all your sins away.
Place your faith and hope in Jesus,
Make the blessed Lord your trust,
Lay your treasures up in Heaven,
Where the gold will never rust. Earthly joys and glories vanish;
This life's fleeting fast away,
Swifter than a weaver's shuttle;
Soon will come the Judgment day.
Oh then give your heart to Jesus,
In his love and mercy trust,
That the resurrection morning
May behold you with the just.