Hark the Gospel

Hark the Gospel

Hark! The gospel news is sounding,
Christ has suffered on the tree.
Streams of mercy are abounding,
Grace for all is rich and free.
Now, poor sinner,
Now, poor sinner,
Come to Him who died for thee.

O, escape to yonder mountain,
Refuge find in Him today;
Christ invites you to the fountain,
Come and wash your sins away:
Do not tarry,
Do not tarry,
Come to Jesus while you may.

Grace is flowing like a river,
Millions there have been supplied;
Still it flows as fresh as ever
From the Saviour’s wounded side;
None need perish,
None need perish,
All may live, for Christ hath died.

Christ alone shall be our portion;
Soon we hope to meet above,
Then we’ll bathe in the full ocean
Of the great Redeemer’s love;
All His fullness,
All His fullness,
We shall then for ever prove.

Sanders and Bourne