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The Call 345
Just as thou art, without one trace
Of love or joy or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place,
O guilty sinner, come !
Burden'd with guilt, wouldst thou be blest ? Trust not the world, it gives no rest; Christ brings relief to hearts opprest;
O weary sinner, come !
Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; Count all thy gains but worthless dross ; His grace o'erpays all earthly loss ;
O needy sinner, come !
Come hither ! bring thy boding fears, Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears ; 'Tis Mercy's voice salutes thine ears ;
O trembling sinner, come !
Russell Sturgis Cooke. 1850.
cccxxvn. Rev. xxii. 17.
Sweet is the Spirit's strain ; Breath'd by soft pleadings inly heard, By all the heart's deep fountains stirr'd, By conscience, and the written Word ;
Come, wanderers, home again 1