Sinners, Believe the Gospel Word

Sinners

be­lieve the Gos­pel word

Jesus is come your souls to save

Jesus is come

your com­mon Lord;

Pardon ye all through Him may have

May now be saved

who­ev­er will;

This Man re­ceiv­eth sin­ners still.

See where the lame

the halt

the blind

The deaf

the dumb

the sick

the poor

Flock to the Friend of hu­man kind

And free­ly all ac­cept their cure;

To whom did He His help de­ny?

Whom in His days of flesh pass by?

Did not His Word the fiends ex­pel

The le­pers cleanse

and raise the dead?

Did He not all their sick­ness heal

And sa­tis­fy their ev­ery need?

Did He re­ject His help­less clay

Or send them sor­row­ful away?

Nay

but His bow­els yearned to see

The peo­ple hun­gry

scat­tered

faint;

Nay

but He ut­tered ov­er thee

Jerusalem

a true com­plaint;

Jerusalem

who shedd’st His blood

That

with His tears

for thee hath flowed.