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XLII. INVITATION TO SINNERS.
All ye that pass by,
To Jesus draw nigh:
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your Ransom and Peace,
Your Surety He is,
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His.
To Jesus draw nigh:
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die?
Your Ransom and Peace,
Your Surety He is,
Come, see if there ever was sorrow like His.
For what you have done
His blood must atone:
The Father hath punish'd for you His dear Son.
The Lord in the day
Of His anger did lay
Your sins on the Lamb; and He bore them away.
His blood must atone:
The Father hath punish'd for you His dear Son.
The Lord in the day
Of His anger did lay
Your sins on the Lamb; and He bore them away.
He answer'd for all,
O come at His call,
And low at His cross with astonishment fall.
But lift up your eyes
At Jesus's cries:
Impassive He suffers, immortal He dies.
O come at His call,
And low at His cross with astonishment fall.
But lift up your eyes
At Jesus's cries:
Impassive He suffers, immortal He dies.
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He dies to atone
For sins not His own;
Your debt He hath paid, and your work He hath done.
Ye all may receive
The peace He did leave,
Who made intercession “My Father forgive!”
For sins not His own;
Your debt He hath paid, and your work He hath done.
Ye all may receive
The peace He did leave,
Who made intercession “My Father forgive!”
For you, and for me
He pray'd on the tree,
The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
The sinner am I,
Who on Jesus rely,
And come for the pardon God cannot deny.
He pray'd on the tree,
The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free.
The sinner am I,
Who on Jesus rely,
And come for the pardon God cannot deny.
My pardon I claim,
For a sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus's name.
He purchased the grace,
Which now I embrace;
O Father, Thou know'st He hath died in my place.
For a sinner I am,
A sinner believing in Jesus's name.
He purchased the grace,
Which now I embrace;
O Father, Thou know'st He hath died in my place.
His death is my plea,
My Advocate see,
And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me.
Acquitted I was,
When He bled on the cross,
And by losing His life He hath carried my cause.
My Advocate see,
And hear the blood speak that hath answer'd for me.
Acquitted I was,
When He bled on the cross,
And by losing His life He hath carried my cause.
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