Would you win a soul to God?
Tell him of a Saviour's blood,
Once for dying sinners spilt
To atone for all their guilt.

Tell him,—it was sovereign grace
Led thee first to seek his face;
Made thee choose the better part,
Wrought salvation in thy heart.

Tell him of that liberty

Wherewith Jesus makes thee free; Sweetly speak of sins forgiven, Earnest of the joys of heaven.

Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult

Of our life's wild, restless sea,
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, "Christian, follow Me."

As of old, Saint Andrew heard it
By the Gal ean lake,

Turned from home, and toil and kindred,
Leaving all for His dear sake.

Jesus calls us from the worship

Of the vain world's golden store; From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love Me more."

In our joys and in our sorrows,

Days of toil and hours of ease,

Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,

"That we love Him more than these."

Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies,

Saviour, make us hear Thy call,

Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.

Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore,

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and power.

He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.

Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness He requireth

Is to feel your need of Him ;
This He gives you;

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Maker prostrate lies; On the bloody tree behold Him, Hear Him cry before He dies: "It is finished;"

Sinners, will not this suffice?

Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture wholly ;
Let no other trust intrude:

None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.