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Hymn 57: Come to Calvary's holy mountain
HYMN LVII.
Come to Calvary's holy mountain, Sinners ruin'd by the fall; Here a pure and healing fountain Flows to you, to me, to all, In a full, perpetual tide, Open'd when our Saviour died.
Come in poverty and meanness, Come defiled, without, within; From infection and uncleanness, From the leprosy of sin, Wash your robes and make them white: Ye shall walk with God in light.
Come, in sorrow and , Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty free remission, Here the troubled peace may find; Health this fountain will restore, He that drinks shall thirst no more:--
He that drinks shall live for ever; 'Tis a soul-renewing flood: God is faithful;--God will never Break his in blood, Sign'd when our Redeemer died, Seal'd when he was glorified.