4 But art thou not the same that died
A sacrifice for sin?
Then enter my polluted breast,
And make me pure within.
5 That grace that I've so long abused
I'd willingly receive:
Dear Saviour, teach me how to pray,
Lord, help me to believe!
6 My hungry soul would now partake
The banquet of thy love;
That sacred flesh and blood of thine,
Foretaste of joys above.
HYMN 32. C. M.
The Value of the Soul.
HAT is the thing of greatest price,
The whole creation round?-
That which was lost in Paradise,
That which in Christ is found:
2 The soul of man-Jehovah's breath-
That keeps two worlds at strife;
Hell moves beneath to work its death,
Heaven stoops to give it life.
3 And is this treasure borne below,
In earthen vessels frail?
Can none its utmost value know,
Till flesh and spirit fail?
4 Then let us gather round the cross,
That knowledge to obtain ;
Not by the soul's eternal loss,
But everlasting gain.
HYMN 33. L. M.
Weary souls invited to rest.
NOME, weary souls, with sins distrest,
Come, and accept the promis'd rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,
Oh, come, and spread your woes abroad ;
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift, how free the grace!
4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
HYMN 34. P. M. 8, 7, 4.
Sinners invited to Christ.
OME, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous--
Sinners Jesus came to call.
2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you--
"Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finish'd:"
Sinners will not this suffice?
4 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
5 Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name:
Hallelujah!--
Sinners here may sing the same.
Wanderer invited to return.
ETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek an injur'd Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thine inward smart.
3 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live ;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe away the falling tear; "Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," "Tis inercy's voice invites thee near. HYMN 36. C. M.
The Fountain of Living Waters.
OH, what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to ev'ry sinner's case,
Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your ev'ry burden bring;
Here love, eternal love, abounds,
A deep celestial spring.
3 This spring with living water flows,
And living joy imparts;
Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.
The young invited to Christ.
NO-DAY, if ye will hear his voice,
Now is the time to make your choice:
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest,
Say, will you be forever blest?
Will you be sav'd from sin and hell?
Will you with Christ in glory dwell?
3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound,
Obey the gospel's joyful sound;
Come, go with us, and you shall prove
The joy of Christ's redeeming love.
4 Once more we ask you in his name
For
yet his love remains the same--
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys,
Come, share with us eternal joys;
Or must we leave you bound to hell-
Then, dear young friends, a long farewell.
HYMN 38. P. M. 12s.
Free Grace to Sinners.
HE voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain,
For all that believe, Christ has opened a fountain,
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