By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 JESUS, thou all-redeeming Lord,
      Thy blessing we implore,
      Open the door to preach thy word,
      The great effectual door.

      2 Gather the outcasts in, and save
      From sin and Satan's power;
      And let them now acceptance have,
      And know their gracious hour.

      3 Lover of souls! thou know'st to prize
      What thou hast bought so dear;
      Come then, and in thy people's eyes
      With all thy wounds appear.

      4 Appear, as when of old confest
      The suffering Son of God;
      And let them see thee in thy vest
      But newly dipt in blood.

      5 The hardness from their hearts remove,
      Thou who for all hast died;
      Show them the tokens of thy love,
      Thy feet, thy hands, thy side.

      6 Thy feet were nailed to yonder tree,
      To trample down their sin;
      Thy hands stretched out they all may see,
      To take thy murderers in.

      7 Thy side an open fountain is,
      Where all may freely go,
      And drink the living streams of bliss,
      And wash them white as snow.

      8 Ready thou art the blood to apply,
      And prove the record true;
      And all thy wounds to sinners cry,
      "I suffered this for you!"