Lyrics: Mrs. M.B.C. Slade
Music: Dr. A.B. Everett
There's a fountain free,
'Tis for you and me:
Let us haste, O, haste to its brink;
'Tis the fount of love
From the Source above,
And He bids us all freely drink.
There's a living stream,
With a crystal gleam:
From the throne of life now it flows;
While the waters roll
Let the weary soul
Hear the call that forth freely goes.
There's a living well
And its waters swell
And eternal life they can give;
And we joyful sing,
Ever spring, O Spring,
As we haste to drink and to live.
There's a rock that's cleft
And no soul is left,
That may not its pure waters share;
'Tis for you and me,
And its stream I see:
Let us hasten joyfully there.
Chorus:
Will you come to the fountain free?
Will you come? 'Tis for you and me;
Thirsty soul, hear the welcome call:
'Tis a fountain opened for all
Showing posts with label invitation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label invitation. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
His Yoke Is Easy
Lyrics: D. S. Warner
Music: B. E. Warren
I've found my Lord and He is mine,
He won me by His love;
I'll serve Him all my years of time,
And dwell with Him above.
No other Lord but Christ I know,
I walk with Him alone;
His streams of love forever flow,
Within my heart, His throne.
He's dearer to my heart than life,
He found me lost in sin;
He calmed the sea of inward strife,
And bid me come to Him.
My flesh recoiled before the cross,
And Satan whispered there,
"Thy gain will not repay the loss,
His yoke is hard to bear."
I've tried the road of sin and found
Its prospects all deceive;
I've proved the Lord and joys abound,
More than I could believe.
Chorus:
His yoke is easy, His burden is light,
I've found it so, I've found it so:
His service is my sweetest delight,
His blessings ever flow.
Music: B. E. Warren
I've found my Lord and He is mine,
He won me by His love;
I'll serve Him all my years of time,
And dwell with Him above.
No other Lord but Christ I know,
I walk with Him alone;
His streams of love forever flow,
Within my heart, His throne.
He's dearer to my heart than life,
He found me lost in sin;
He calmed the sea of inward strife,
And bid me come to Him.
My flesh recoiled before the cross,
And Satan whispered there,
"Thy gain will not repay the loss,
His yoke is hard to bear."
I've tried the road of sin and found
Its prospects all deceive;
I've proved the Lord and joys abound,
More than I could believe.
Chorus:
His yoke is easy, His burden is light,
I've found it so, I've found it so:
His service is my sweetest delight,
His blessings ever flow.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Come to the Feast
(All Things are Ready)
Lyrics: Charlotte G. Homer
Music: W. A. Ogden
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Come, for the table now is spread;
Ye famishing, ye weary, come,
And thou shalt be richly fed.
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Come, for the door is open wide;
A place of honor is reserved
For you at the Master's side.
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Come, while He waits to welcome thee;
Delay not while this day is thine,
Tomorrow may never be.
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Leave ev'ry care and worldly strife;
Come, feast upon the love of God,
And drink everlasting life.
Chorus:
Hear the invitation,
Come, "whosoever will;"
Praise God for full salvation
For "whosoever will."
Lyrics: Charlotte G. Homer
Music: W. A. Ogden
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Come, for the table now is spread;
Ye famishing, ye weary, come,
And thou shalt be richly fed.
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Come, for the door is open wide;
A place of honor is reserved
For you at the Master's side.
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Come, while He waits to welcome thee;
Delay not while this day is thine,
Tomorrow may never be.
"All things are ready," come to the feast!
Leave ev'ry care and worldly strife;
Come, feast upon the love of God,
And drink everlasting life.
Chorus:
Hear the invitation,
Come, "whosoever will;"
Praise God for full salvation
For "whosoever will."
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
God Is Calling the Prodigal
Lyrics: Charles H. Gabriel
Music: Charles H. Gabriel
God is calling the prodigal: come without delay;
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Tho' you've wandered so far from His presence, come today;
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Patient, loving, and tenderly still the Father pleads;
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
O return while the Spirit in mercy intercedes;
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Come, there's bread in the house of thy Father, and to spare;
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Lo! the table is spread and the feast is waiting there;
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Chorus:
Calling now for thee,
O weary prodigal come;
Calling now for thee,
O weary prodigal come!
Music: Charles H. Gabriel
God is calling the prodigal: come without delay;
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Tho' you've wandered so far from His presence, come today;
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Patient, loving, and tenderly still the Father pleads;
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
O return while the Spirit in mercy intercedes;
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Come, there's bread in the house of thy Father, and to spare;
Hear, O hear Him calling, calling now for thee;
Lo! the table is spread and the feast is waiting there;
Hear His loving voice calling still.
Chorus:
Calling now for thee,
O weary prodigal come;
Calling now for thee,
O weary prodigal come!
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