text:  He freely offered to the numerous throng that on his lips with listening pleasure hung. Take him, ye wretched, for your only good. Take him, ye starving sinners, for your food. Ye thirsty, come to this life-giving stream. Ye preachers, take him for your joyful theme. Take him, my dear Americans, he said, be your complaints on his kind bosom laid. Take him, ye Africans, he longs for you. Impartial Savior is his title due.