Mercy and free falvation buy; Nothing ye in exchange may give 102. S. M. WATTS'S H. Another. HE Lord on high proclaims 66 "Ye dying fouls, that fit "In darkness and distress, "Look from the borders of the pit "To my recov'ring grace." Sinners fhall hear the found; Their thankful tongues fhall own, "Our righteousness and ftrength are found "In thee, O Lord, alone." In thee fhall Ifr'el truft, And fee their guilt forgiv'n: And take the faints to heav'n. 103. Sevens. MORTON'S Col. Another. HRIST hath bleffings to impart, Yet his mercy is no lefs: Courage foul!" there yet is room!" Tho' of finners thou art chief, Come, thou burden'd finner come. 104. C. M. COME Another. CENNICK. your NOME, guilty fouls, and flee away To Christ, and heal wounds; This is the welcome gospel day, Wherein free grace abounds. God lov'd the church, and gave his Son 105. 8. 4. RAY's Col., Another. ARK, hark! the gospel-trumpet founds, Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood, Rebels are reconcil'd to God, And led into the heav'nly road, Come finners hear the joyful news, Ye faints in glory, ftrike the lyre; 106. Helmiley T. HART. COM NOME, ye finners, vile and wretched, Jefus ready ftands to fave you, He is willing: doubt no more! Let not confcience make you linger, Is to feel your need of him : 'Tis the Spirit's rifing beam. Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Sinners Jefus came to call, View him proftrate in the garden; Sinner, will not this fuffice? Lo, th' incarnate God afcended Can do helplefs Sinners good. Saints and angels join'd in concert, Sinners here may fing the fame. 107. As the 148th. TOPLADY'S Col. The Jubilee. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly folemn found! Let all the nations know, To earth's remoteft bound, Shall have it back, unbought, The The gift of Jefus' love; year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd finners, home. Ye flaves of fin and hell, Your liberty receive; And fafe in Jefus dwell, And bleft in Jesus live; year of jubilee is come; The Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. The gofpel trumpet hear, The news of pard'ning grace': Ye happy fouls, draw near, |