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3. Sweet spring! of days and roses made,
Whose charms for beauty vie,
Thy days depart, thy roses fade,
Thou, too, alas! must die.

4. Only a sweet and holy soul
Hath tints that never fly:

While flowers decay, and seasons roll,
It lives, and can not die.

C. M.

1. IN evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new. object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

2. I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood;

Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near the cross I stood.

3. Sure never, till my latest breath,

Can I forget that look;

HERBERT.

It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.

4. Alas, I knew not what I did,
But all my tears were vain;

Where could my trembling soul be hid,
For I the Lord had slain.

5. A second look He gave,

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'I freely all forgive;

that said,

This blood is for thy ransom paid,—
I die that thou may'st live.'

NEWTON.

C. M.

1. YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
every humble guest.

For

2. See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, He bids you come;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room-

3. Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will He bid the soul depart
That trembles at His feet.

4. O come, and with His children taste
The blessings of His love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5. There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.

6. And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

MRS. STEELE,

1. Oн! what amazing words of grace Are in the Gospel found,

Suited to every sinner's case

Who hears the joyful sound!

2. Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your every burden bring;
Here love, unchanging love, abounds-
A deep, celestial spring.

3. This spring with living water flows,
And heavenly joy imparts;

Come, thirsty souls! your wants disclose,
And drink, with thankful hearts.

4. Millions of sinners, vile as you,

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Have here found life and peace;
Come then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

C. M.

1. THE Saviour calls; let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2. For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,

And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.

3. Ye sinners, come; 't is mercy's voice;
That gracious voice obey;
'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys;
And can you yet delay ?

4. Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;
To Thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss Thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

MEDLEY.

MRS. STEELE.

1. COME, sinner, to the Gospel feast;
O, come without delay;

For there is room in Jesus' breast
For all who will obey.

2. There's room in God's eternal love
To save thy precious soul;
Room in the Spirit's grace above
To heal and make thee whole.

3. There's room within the church, redeemed
With blood of Christ divine;

Room in the white-robed throng, convened
For that dear soul of thine.

4. There's room in heaven among the choir,
And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of victory there,
And joys that ne'er were told.

5. There's room around thy Father's board
For thee and thousands more:

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O, come and welcome to the Lord;
Yea, come this very hour.

C. M.

HUNTINGDON.

1. Оn, if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2. 'T was for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,

And groaned away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee.

3. Oh, how I hate those lusts of mine
That crucified my Lord;

Those sins that pierced and nailed His flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

4. Yes, my Redeemer-they shall die;
My heart has so decreed;

Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

5. While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,

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I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

C. M. Peculiar.

1. RETURN, O wand'rer, to thy home,
Thy Father calls for thee;

No longer now an exile roam,
In guilt and misery:

Return, return!

WATTS.

2. Return, O wand'rer, to thy home,
'Tis Jesus calls for thee;

The Spirit and the Bride say-come;
Oh! now for refuge flee;
Return, return!

3. Return, O wand'rer, to thy home,
'Tis madness to delay;

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There are no pardons in the tomb,
And brief is mercy's day:
Return, return!

C. M.

T. HASTINGS.

1. RETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn
Were kindled by His grace.

2. Return, O wanderer, return;

He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3. Return, O wanderer, return;
Thy Saviour bids thee live:

Come to His cross, and, grateful, learn
How Jesus can forgive.

4. Wretched wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear:

Thy Father calls--no longer mourn;
"Tis love invites thee near.

5. From all thy wanderings, now return,
Regain thy long-sought rest:

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The Saviour's melting mercies yearn
To clasp thee to His breast.

C. M.

1. BEHOLD, my soul, the narrow bound

Of the revolving year:

COLLYER.

How swift the weeks complete their round,
How short the months appear