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Is founding abroad TheLanguage of Mercy-Salvationthro'Blood

4 Thrice happy are they

Who hear and obey, And share in the Biessings of thisGospel-Day.

5 The People who know

The Saviour below, With burning Affection to worship him glow.

6. The People are bleft

Who lean on his Breast, And have a rich Foretaste of his promis'd Rest.

7 This Bleffing is mine

Through Favour divine: But, O my Redeemer, the Glory be thine!

8 The Work is of Grace;

Thine, thine be the Praise! And mine to adore thee and tell of thy Ways.

Η Υ Μ Ν Χ. 1 COME, ye Sinners, poor and wretched,

God's free Bounty glorify!
True Belief, and true Repentance,

Ev'ry Grace that brings us nigh,
Without Money, without Money, &c.

Come to Jesus Chrift, and buy.
2 Let not Conscience make you linger,

Nor of Fitness fondly dream; All the Fitness he requireth.

Is, to feel our Want of him:
This he gives you, this hegives you, &c,

'Tis the Spirit's rising Beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Loft and ruin'd by the Fall;
If you tarry 'till you're better,

You will never come at all.
Not the Righteous, not the Righteous, &c.

Sinners Jesus came to call,
4 View him grov'ling in the Garden;

Lo! your Maker proftrate lies;
On the bloody Tree behold him;

Hear him cry, before he dies,
It is finishd; it is finish'd; &c.

Sinner, will not this suffice ?
5 Lo! th'Incarnate God ascended,

Pleads the Merit of his Blood:
Venture on him, venture wholly ;

Let no other Trust intrude :
None but Jesus, none but Jesus, &c.

Can do helpless Sinners good.
6. 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! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Sinners here may fing the fame.

ZION, arise, thy Garments shake,
Of thy dear Saviour's Worth pas take;


Oh! call his Blessings down!
Thy Wants are great-but Jesus dy'd,
He loves to see them well fupply'd,

He makes thy Case his own.
2 Strangers in Heart we lately were,
Till our Redeemer brought us near

By his attracting Pow'r;' Break out all ye in Songs aloud, Who feel Redemption through his Blood,

And our High-Priest adore. 3 O Jesus, Lord, we humbly pray, Be gracious to thy Church to-day,

Thy saving Health impart! The Dew of Heav'n on us distil, With L.ove each empty Vessel fill, And cheer the drooping Heart!

H Y M N XII. · WELCOME, welcome, blessed Servant,

Messenger of Jesu's Grace!
O how beautiful the Feet of

Him that brings good News of Peace.
All hail, Herald! all hail, Herald ! &c.
Priest of God, thy People's Joy!
2 Saviour, bless his Message to us,

Give us Hearts to hear the Sound
Of Redemption, dearly purchas'd

By thy Death and precious Wounds.
O reveal it! O reveal it! &c.
To our poor and helpless Souls !

3 Give Reward of Grace and Glory

To thy faithful Labourer dear;
Let the Incente of our Hearts be

Offer'd up in Faith and Pray'r.
Bless, O bless him; bless, O bless him;&c.
Now, henceforth for evermore.

HY M N XIII ! BLOW ye the Trumpet, blow

The gladly-folemn Sound;
Let all the Nations know

To Earth's remoteft Bound,
The Year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd Sinners, home! 2 Extol the Lamb of God,

The great-atoning Lamb! Redemption in his Blood,

Throughout the World proclaim : The Year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye rantom'd Sinners, home! 3 Ye who have fold for Nought

Your Heritage above; Shall have it back unbought

The Gift of Jesu's Love: The Year of Jubilee is come,

Return, ye ransom'd Sinners, home! A Ye Slaves of Sin and Hell,

Your Liberty receive And safe in Jefus dwell And blest in Jesus live";*


The Year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye raniom'd Singers, home! 5 The Gofpel-Trumpet hear,

The News of hcav'nly Grace,
Ye happy Souls, draw near,

Behold your Saviour's Face:
The Year of Jubilee is cume;
Return to your eternal Home,

H Y M N XIV. · LET every mortal Ear attend,

and every Heart rejoice;
The Trumpet of the Gospelosounds

with an inviting Voice.
2 hio! all ye wre ched starving Souls,

that feed upon the Wind,
And vainly stive with earthly Toys

to fill an empty Mind:
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd

a Soul-reviving Feast,
And bids your longing Appetites

the rich Provifion taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living Streams,

and pine away and die ; Here you may quenclı your raging Thirst,

with Streams that never dry:
s Rivers of Love and Mercy here,

in a rich Ocean join;
Salvation in Abundance flows,
like Floods of Milk and Wine.

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