Lord, How Large Thy Bounties Are

Lord

how large Thy boun­ties are

Tender

gra­cious sin­ner’s friend;

What a feast dost Thou pre­pare

And what in­vi­ta­tions send!

Now ful­fill Thy great de­sign

Who didst first the mes­sage bring;

Every heart to Thee in­cline

Now com­pel them to come in.

Rushing on the down­ward road

Sinners no com­pul­sion need;

Heaven to for­sake

and God

See

they run with ra­pid speed.

Draw them back by love di­vine—

With Thy grace their spir­its win;

Every heart to Thee in­cline;

Now com­pel them to come in.

Thus their will­ing souls com­pel—

Thus their hap­py minds con­strain

From the ways of death and hell

Home to God

and grace again.

Stretch that con­quer­ing arm of Thine

Once stretched out to bleed for sin;

Every heart to Thee in­cline

Now com­pel them to come in.