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His offer'd benefits embrace, 5 In search of empty joys below, And freely now be sav'd by grace. Ye toil with unavailing strife: 7 This is the time, no more delay;
Whither, ah! whither would yè go ? This is the acceptable day:
Christ hath the words of endless life. Come in this moment, at his call, 6 To you he calls,“ my goodness And live for him, who dy'd for all ! prove,
My promises for all are free: 241. T. 22.
O taste my everlasting love,
And let your souls delight in me." SINNERS, obey the Gospel word! Haste to the supper of the Lord: Be wise to know your gracious day!
T. 205. All things are ready; come away!
SINNERS, hear the joyful news,
God, your Maker, is your 2 Ready the Father is to own,
Friend: And kiss his late returning son:
Think not, that his wrath pursues,
That his curses you attend. Ready your loving Saviour stands,
« As I live.” Jehovah saith, And spreads for you his pierced hands.
« I do not desire 3 Ready the Spirit to impart
Rather, rather would I see Grace to subdue the stubborn heart;
“ Each poor sinner turn to me." To shed Christ's love in you abroad,
2 O then turn to him, and live, And witness you are born of God.
Turn to him with all your woe;
Jesus casteth none behind.
YE sinners, in the gospel trace 242. T. 22.
The Friend and Saviour of mankind;
Not one of all th' apostate race, Ho! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh. But may in him salvation find.
'Tis God invites man's fallen race ; Salvation without money buy,
Histhoughts, his words,&actions prove,
His life and death-that God is love! Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace.
2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears 2 Come to the living waters, come, The sins of all the world away; Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
A servant's form he meekly wears, Return, ye weary wand'rers, home,
He dwells within a house of clay: God's grace
in Christ is free for all. His glory thro' a veil is seen, 3 Ye heavy laden, sin-sick souls, And God with God, is man with men. See from the Rock a fountain rise ;
3 Behold our God incarnate stands, ; For you in healing streams it rolls
And calls his wand'ring creatures From Jesus, made a sacrifice !
home; 4 Nothing you in exchange need give; He all day long spreads out his hands;
Leave all you are, and have, behind: Come, weary souls, to Jesus come: Thankful the gift of God receive, Tho'ye be e'er so much opprest, Pardon and peace in Jesus find. Believe, and he will give you rest.
4 Ah, do not of his goodness doubt, 4 Come, O my fellow sinners, come,
His saving grace for all is free; Groaning beneath sin's pond'rous He saith, “ I ne'er will cast him out, weight;
Who as a sinner comes to me; He calls you now, invites you home! I can to none myself deny :"
Come quickly, ere it be too late ; Come, sinners, come; why will ye die! Tho' foes protest, and friends repine,
He dy'd for crimes like your's and
mine. 245. T. 151.
you SINNERS, would ye be healed ?
the healing current flow'd
From the Redeemer's wounded side; Then come to Jesus Christ;
Languish'd for you th' eternal God, In him is
For you the Prince of glory dyd! Come only undisguis'd;
Believe, your sins shall be forgivn; ; Come poor and miserable,
Only believe, and your's is Heav'n, Draw nigh just as you are ; You'll find, that he is able Your losses to repair.
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Now begin the heav'nly theme,
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love. By Christ's all-saving blood;
2 Ye, who see the Father's Do not delay one moment,
grace Come to the Lamb of God!
Beaming in the Saviour's face ;
As to heav'n ye onward move,
Praise and bless redeeming love. 246.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Where shall my wond'ring soul begin Banish all your guilty fears ;
While I to heav'nly songs aspire ? Jesus will your guilt remove,
A brand pluck'd from eternal fire ;
4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Stop and taste redeeming love. Saviour, which thou hast shown to 5 Welcome all by sin opprest,
Welcome all to Jesus Christ;
Nothing brought him from above,
6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs,
From their cursed empire drove, Harlots and publicans, believe;
Mighty in redeeming love.
Tune your songs to grateful lays;
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249.* T. 97. «COME to me,” saith the Lord, SINNERS, your Maker is your Friend. All ye who are opprest,
He calls you, to his call attend : Weary and heavy-laden souls, « Sure as I live," to you
he saith, And I will give you rest."
« I ne'er desire the sinner's death, 2 ~ Whoe'er to me will come,
But that repenting he may turn to And th' offer'd grace receive,
• And live for ever." Lord, we come Him I in no wise will cast out, He shall be mine and live.”
X!V. Of Repentance unto Life.
6 Lord, I approach thy mercy-seat,
And pray thee to forgive me; LORD Jesus Christ, my sov’reign with contrite heart I thee intreat, Good,
Show pity and receive me; Thou fountain of salvation !
Cast all my sins and trespasses Behold how sin's most dreadful load Into the ocean of thy grace, Fills me with condemnation.
And them no more remember. My sins indeed are numberless ;
7 Oh, for thy name's sake, let me prove O Lord, regard my deep distress, Relieve my guilty conscience.
Thy mercy, gracious Saviour !
The yoke, which galls me, soon remove, 2 In pity look upon my need,
Restore me to thy favor : Remove thou my oppression ; Thy love shed in my heart abroad, Since thou hast suffer'd in my stead,
That I may live to thee my God, And paid for my transgression; And yield thee true obedience, Let me not yield to dark despair, Nor live in constant dread and fear 8 Thy joyful Spirit give me pow'r, Of death and condemnation.
Thy stripes heal my diseases; 3 When I review my mis-spent days Apply thy blood at my last hour I feel a heavy burden;
To save me, dearest Jesus ! Reflecting on my trespasses,
Then to thy promis'd rest me bring,
That with the ransom'd I may sing
Thy praise above for ever.
251.* 4 But thy reviving gospel-word,
OUT of the deep I cry to thee, Which leads me to salvation,
My God! with heart's contrition; Doth joy unspeakable afford,
Bow down thine ear in grace to me, And lasting consolation.
And hear thou my petition; This tells me, thou wilt not disdain For if in judgment thou wilt try A broken heart replete with pain,
Man's sin, and great iniquity, That turns to thee, O Jesus.
Ah! who can stand before thee ? 5 Me, heavy-laden sinner, hear, 2 T' obtain remission of our sin, To thee I make confession;
No work of ours availeth ; To my complaints now lend an ear, We're helpless, guilty and unclean, Regard my supplication.
Unless God's grace prevaileth; My longing is, o wash me clean We're 'midst our fairest actions lost, From ev'ry spot and stain of sin, And none 'fore him of aught can boast, Like David and Manasseh,
We live alone thro' mercy.
'3 Therefore my hope is in God's grace, Are all good gifts procured,
And not in my own merit; Since Jesus death endured: On him my confidence I place, Thus strengthen'd, I may banish Instructed by his Spirit :
All fears, my foes must vanish. His precious word hath promis'd me,
7 Christ! thy atoning blood, He will my joy and comfort be;
The sinner's highest good, Thereon is my reliance,
Is pow'rful to deliver, 4 Thoʻsin with us doth much abound, and free the soul for ever
still more aboundeth; From all claim of the devil, Sufficient help in him is found, And cleanse us from all evil. Where sin most deeply woundeth:
8 Lord Jesus Christ! in thee He the good Shepherd is indeed, Who his lost sheep doth seek, and lead, I know I shall not perish,
I trust eternally:
But in thy kingdom flourish!
Life is for me obtained.
9 Lord, strengthen thou my heart, Depress'd with misery? Who is it that can ease me,
To me such grace impart, And from my sins release me?
That nought, which may await me,
From thee may separate me;
Let me, with thee, my Saviour,
United be for ever. 2 Jesus, Source of grace! I seek thy loving face,
T. 123 Upon thy invitation,
O LORD, afford me light! With deep humiliation ;
I'm straying still in darkness, Oh, let thy blood me cover,
And know myself not right. And wash my soul all over.
This I perceive, alas! 3 I thy unworthy child,
Tho' I'm not what I was, Corrupt throughout and spoild, Yet what I ought to be Beseech thee to relieve me,
I find not yet in me, And graciously forgive me
2 I know 'tis not the same My sins, which have abounded,
To be a real christian, And my poor soul confounded.
Or only one in name : 4 Thro’thy atoning blood,
To him alone is due That precious healing flood,
That name, who doth subdue
His lusts thro' Jesus' pow'r,
3 Ah, my defect lies here
My love to thee my Saviour, 5 Thou shalt
Is not as yet sincere;
Hence grief doth me corrode, I am by thee acquitted
I'm to myself a load, Of all I e'er committed ;
I'm not inclin'd to part My sins by thee were carry'd, With things that cause me smart: And in thy tomb interred.
4 Resolve my stubborn breast ! 6 I know my poverty;
I must sincerely venture, But ne'ertheless for me
Else I shall find no rest.
If I but bid adieu
16 Tho' heav'n's his throne, he came To ev'ry fleshly view,
from thence And cleave to Christ alone,
To seek and save the lost; The work at once is done,
Whate'er might be the vast expence,
His love would bear the cost. 5 Vile worm ! should'st thou refuse To Christ to be devoted,
7 On us he spent his life and blood, Who dy'd upon the cross
Our losses to retrieve; To save thee by his death,
Mankind's redemption now holds good Who gave thee life and breath?
For sinners who believe.
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THE Lord descended from above, 6 The language of true faith Is this : “ Lord, my Redeemer,
Our loss of Eden to retrieve; Oh, by thy blood and death,
O God of mercy, grace and love, Be thou my Help and Shield,
If all the world in thee may live, To thee myself I yield.
In me a quick’ning spirit be, I'm thine, and thine will be
And witness thou hast dy'd for me. To all eternity."
2 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb, 7 « Do what thou wilt with me;
By all thy pain and agony, If I am but prepared
Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and shame, A vessel fit for thee,
Thy cross and passion on the tree, To live unto thy praise,
Thy meritorious death, I pray, Cloth'd in thy righteousness,
Take all, take all
away. And sanctify'd by grace ;
3 I'll be like Magd'len at thy feet, Then happy is my case.
And humbly bathe them with my
tears ; 254. T. 14.
The hist'ry of thy love repeat
In ev'ry mourning sinner's ears ; THE Lord first empties whom he fills, That all may hear the joyful sound,
Casts down whom he would raise; That I, ev'n I, have mercy found,
T, 14. 2 All fears and terrors, when he smiles, IN thee, O Christ, is all my hope, At once must disappear ;
My comfort's all in thee, The bruis’dand wounded heart he heals, Since I'm assur’d thy mercy's nigh, And feeds with heav'nly cheer.
And that thou stand'st by me, 3 When he applies his healing blood 2 Me, nor the saints on earth can help, Unto a sin-sick soul;
Nor angels near thy throne; This balsam pow'rful, precious, good, To thee I run, thy help to find, Ne'er fails to make it whole.
In thee I trust alone. 4 He freely laid his majesty
3 I feel the load of sin so vast, And all his glory by;
It sinks me to the
grave : That our wants, thro’his poverty,
But let thy blood wash out my sins, He richly might supply.
Since me thou cam'st to save. 5 He's full of grace and truth indeed, 4 Cloth'd in thy righteousness divine, Of peace, of life and light;
O may I see thy face,
That I'm restor’d by grace.