Classic Poem

I.

Sinners arise, the Saviour's come,
And bleeds for wretched souls like you;
His mercy calls the rebels home,
Forgives their sins and loves them too.

II.

Come to the feast without delay,
Before the gospel call is o'er;
Embrace the blessed Lord to day,
Lest he should go, and call no more.

III.

Ten thousand souls have enter'd in,
And found a feast of love divine;
Come then, poor souls, with all your sin,
And the Redeemer will be thine.

IV.

Those happy souls that's gone before,
Were once in sin as vile as you;
O doubt the Saviour's love no more,
But come and taste his goodness too.