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 glimm'ring beam.
4 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo your Maker proftrate lies! On the bloody tree behold him,. Hear him cry before he dies, "It is finifh'd.".
Sinner, will not this fuffice?
5 Lo! th' incarnate GoD afcended, Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other truft intrude. None but JESUS
Can do helpless finners good.
6 Saints and angels join'd in concert Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful feats of heaven Sweetly echo with his Name. Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the fame.
Ì SINNERS, obey the gospel-word, Hafte to the Supper of your LORD; Be wife to know your gracious day; All things are ready, come away! 2 Ready the Father is to own, And kifs his late returning Son; Ready the loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, Juft now the ftony heart to move T' apply, and witness with the blood, And wash, and feal you, fohs of God. 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your bleft eftate: Tuning their harps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace! 5 Come then, ye finners, to your LORD, To happiness in CHRIST reftor'd; His proffer'd benefits embrace, And tafte the fulness of his grace.
LET ev'ry mortal ear attend, And ev'ry heart rejoice,
The trumpet of the gospel founds With an inviting voice.
2 Come, all ye hungry ftarving fouls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind.
4 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd A foul-reviving feaft;
And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.
pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst With fprings that never dry..
5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
6 Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines; Deep as our helplefs miferies are, And boundless as our fins.
7 The happy gates of gofpel grace Stand open night and day; LORD, we are come to feek supplies, And drive our wants away.
ICOME, finners, to the gospel-feaft, Let ev'ry foul bè JEsU's gueft;
There needs not one be left behind, i For God hath bidden all mankind.
2" Have me excus'd," why will you cry, From health, and life, and liberty; From all that is in Jesus giv'n, From pardon, holiness and heav'n! i 3 Come then, ye fouls by fin oppreft, Ye weary wand'rers after reft;
Ye poor and maimed, halt and blind, In CHRIST an hearty welcome find.
4 See him fet forth before your eyes ; Behold the bleeding facrifice! His offer'd love let all embrace, And freely now be fav'd by grace.
5 Ye who believe his record true, Shall fup with him, and he with you; Come to the feaft, be fav'd from fin, For JESUS waits to take you in. 6 This is the time, no more delay; This is the glorious gospel-day; Come in this moment at his call, And live to him, who dy'd for all..
IS Inners, behold the pierced Lamb, For you he hung upon the ftem 3 Behold him by the eye of faith, For life doth iffue from his death.
2 Salvation's well wide open ftands, And blood-ftreams run from feet& hands; The open'd fide doth richly flow, From whence, with joy, we water draw:
Water to quench our parching thirst, To cleanfe and make us fit for CHRIST; T'allay our nature's fire within, And purify the foul from fin.
4 JESUS alone true life imparts,
And med'cine for all wounded hearts; With balm fupplies for ev'ry fore, And works a speedy, perfect cure. 5 One look to him upon, the pole, Revives and heals the fin-ftung foul Relieves the weary and the faint, The tempted, and each mourner's want. 6 Come then, thou great High-priest, apply To us this fov'reign remedy;
That we the bleffings of thy death May antedate below by faith.
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