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CC. BEFORE PREACHING TO THE COLLIERS IN LEICESTERSHIRE.
Jesu, Thou all-redeeming Lord,
Thy blessing we implore,
Open the door to preach Thy word,
The great, effectual door.
Thy blessing we implore,
Open the door to preach Thy word,
The great, effectual door.
Gather the outcasts in, and save
From sin, and Satan's power,
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.
From sin, and Satan's power,
And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour.
O that to these poor Gentiles now
The door were open'd wide,
O that their stiff-neck'd souls might bow
To Jesus crucified!
The door were open'd wide,
O that their stiff-neck'd souls might bow
To Jesus crucified!
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Lover of souls, Thou know'st to prize
What Thou hast bought so dear;
Come then, and in Thy people's eyes
With all Thy wounds appear.
What Thou hast bought so dear;
Come then, and in Thy people's eyes
With all Thy wounds appear.
Appear, as when of old confess'd
The suffering Son of God,
And let them see Thee in Thy vest
But newly dipp'd in blood.
The suffering Son of God,
And let them see Thee in Thy vest
But newly dipp'd in blood.
The stony from their hearts remove,
Thou who for all hast died,
Show them the tokens of Thy love,
Thy feet, Thy hands, Thy side.
Thou who for all hast died,
Show them the tokens of Thy love,
Thy feet, Thy hands, Thy side.
Thy feet were nail'd to yonder tree
To trample down their sin;
Thy hands they all stretch'd out may see
To take Thy murderers in.
To trample down their sin;
Thy hands they all stretch'd out may see
To take Thy murderers in.
Thy side an open fountain is,
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living streams of bliss,
And wash them white as snow.
Where all may freely go,
And drink the living streams of bliss,
And wash them white as snow.
Ready Thou art the blood to' apply,
And prove the record true;
And all Thy wounds to sinners cry
I suffer'd this for you.
And prove the record true;
And all Thy wounds to sinners cry
I suffer'd this for you.
Swearers, and whoremongers and thieves,
Before your Saviour fall,
Receive the Man who all receives,
And paid the debt for all.
Before your Saviour fall,
Receive the Man who all receives,
And paid the debt for all.
Lovers of pleasure more than God,
For you He suffer'd pain:
Railers, for you He spilt His blood;
And shall He bleed in vain?
For you He suffer'd pain:
Railers, for you He spilt His blood;
And shall He bleed in vain?
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Misers, His life for you He paid,
Your basest crime He bore;
Drunkards, your sins on Him were laid,
That ye might sin no more.
Your basest crime He bore;
Drunkards, your sins on Him were laid,
That ye might sin no more.
Ye liars, and blasphemers too,
Who speak the phrase of hell,
Ye murderers all, He died for you,
He loved your souls so well.
Who speak the phrase of hell,
Ye murderers all, He died for you,
He loved your souls so well.
Ye monsters of unnatural vice
Too horrible to name,
To ransom you He paid the price,
To pluck you from the flame.
Too horrible to name,
To ransom you He paid the price,
To pluck you from the flame.
Vilest of all the' apostate race,
Who dare your God deny,
Arians, your God did in your place,
In yours, ye Deists, die.
Who dare your God deny,
Arians, your God did in your place,
In yours, ye Deists, die.
Haters of God, your madness mourn,
And God will yet forgive;
To Jesus, Friend of sinners, turn,
Who died that ye might live.
And God will yet forgive;
To Jesus, Friend of sinners, turn,
Who died that ye might live.
The God of love, to earth He came,
That you might come to heaven;
Believe, believe in Jesu's name,
And all your sin's forgiven.
That you might come to heaven;
Believe, believe in Jesu's name,
And all your sin's forgiven.
Believe, that Jesus died for thee;
And sure as He hath died,
Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free,
And thou art justified.
And sure as He hath died,
Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free,
And thou art justified.
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