All Those That Pass By

All those that pass by

to Je­sus draw near

He ut­ters a cry

ye sin­ners

give ear!

From hell to re­trieve you He spreads out His hands;

And now to receive you

He gra­cious­ly stands.

If any man thirst

and hap­py would be

The vil­est and worst may come un­to Me

May drink of My Spir­it

ex­cept­ed is none

Lay claim to My mer­it

and take for his own.

Whoever re­ceives the life giv­ing Word

In Je­sus be­lieves

his God and his Lord

In him a pure riv­er of life shall arise

Shall in the be­liev­er spring up to the skies.

My God and my Lord! Thy call I ob­ey

My soul on Thy word of pro­mise I stay

Thy kind in­vi­ta­tion I glad­ly em­brace

Athirst for sal­va­tion

sal­va­tion by grace.

O hast­en the hour! Send down from ab­ove

The Spir­it of pow­er

of health

and of love

Of fi­li­al fear

of know­ledge and grace

Of wis­dom and pray­er

of joy and of praise.

The Spir­it of faith

of faith in Thy blood

Which saves us from wrath

and brings us to God

Removes the huge mount­ain of in­dwell­ing sin

And op­ens a fount­ain that wash­es us clean.