1 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken; O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you; Scenes of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways; You shall name your walls salvation, And your gates shall all be praise.
2 There, in undisturbed possession, Peace and righteousness shall reign; Never shall you feel oppression, Never hear of war again; God shall rise, and, shining o'er you, Change to day the gloom of night; He, the Lord, shall be your glory, God your everlasting light.
1 Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed His tender, last farewell, A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed, With us to dwell.
2 He came, in tongues of living flame, To teach, convince, subdue; All powerful as the wind he came, As viewless too.
3 He came sweet influence to impart, A gracious, willing guest, While he can find one humble heart Wherein to rest.
4 And his that gentle voice we hear, Soft as the breath of even, That checks each fault, that calms each fear And speaks of heaven.
5 And every virtue we possess, And every victory won, And every thought of holiness, Are his alone.
6 Spirit of purity and grace, Our weakness pitying see; O, make our hearts Thy dwelling-place, And worthier Thee!
1 The Spirit in our hearts Is whispering, "Wanderer, come!" The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!"
2 Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come!
3 Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids you come.
4 Lo! Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come!" Lord, even so! I wait thine hour; Jesus, my Saviour, come!
1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father's happy home, With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come!
2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save!
3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole!
4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek Him, for He may be found; Call upon Him; He is near.
1 Turn, child of doubt, estranged from God! To error's joyless waste betrayed; No light will there illume thy road, No friendly voice will give thee aid.