Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

215.

C. M.

STEELE.

The Gospel Feast.

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

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.

2 There Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls-he bids you come;

Though guilt restrains-and fear alarms,
Behold, there yet is room.

3 Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope expects the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

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

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, . In songs on earth unknown.

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:

Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
And enter while there's room.

216.

The River of Life.

1 GREAT source of being and of love!
Thou waterest all the worlds above;
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Sion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 This gentle stream, with sudden force,
Swells to a river in its course;

Through desert realms its windings play,
And scatter blessings all the way.

4 Close by its banks, in order fair, The blooming trees of life appear;

Their blossoms fragrant odours give,
And on their fruit the nations live.

5 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory crowned,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave-
To him who all thy virtues gave.

217.

S. M. DABALL.

Now the accepted Time.

1 NOW is th' accepted time,

Now is the day of grace;

Now, sinners, come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.

2 Now is th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,
Then why should you delay?

3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.

218.

S. M. PRATT'S COLL.

1 ALL yesterday is gone!
To-morrow's not our own;
O sinner, come, without delay,
To bow before the throne?

2 Oh hear his voice to-day,

And harden not your heart:
To-morrow, with a frown, he may
Pronounce the word-depart.

219.

C. M. WATTS.

Pardon and Sanctification.

1 IN vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;

The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.

2 But God can every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace:
He gives by covenant, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.

3 Come and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains

In that dear fountain which his Son
Poured from his dying veins.

4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law;
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.

5 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We, the dear people of his love,
And he, our God of grace.

220.

C. M. COLLYER.

God's gracious Call to Sinners.

1 RETURN, O wanderer-now return!
And seek thy Father's face!

Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer-now return!
He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.

3 Return, O wanderer--now return!
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Come to his feet-and grateful learn,
How freely he'll forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer-now return!
And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn!
"Tis love invites thee near.

221.

7s. EPISCOPAL COLL.

Sinners urged to accept the Invitation.
1 SINNERS, turn-why will you die?
God, your Maker, asks you why:
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live.

2 Sinners, turn-why will ye die?
Christ, your Saviour, asks you why:
He, who did your souls retrieve,
He who died, that ye might live.

3 Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why-ye ransomed sinners-why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
4 Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Oh! ye dying sinners, why-
Why will ye for ever die?

222.

DIVINE INFLUENCE.

L. M. WATTS.

The Spirit enlightening and renewing. 1 ETERNAL Spirit! we confess And sing the wonders of thy grace; Thy power conveys the blessings down, To Jew and Gentile, through the Son. 2 Enlightened by thy heavenly ray, Our shades and darkness turn to day; Thine inward teachings make us know Our danger and our refuge too. 3 Thy power and glory work within, And break the chains of reigning sin; Our wild, imperious lusts subdue, And form our wretched hearts anew. 4 The troubled conscience knows thy voice; Thy cheering words awake our joys; Thy words allay the stormy windAnd calm the surges of the mind. 223. L. M. PRATT'S COLL.

Descent of the Holy Spirit.

1 BLEST day! when our ascended Lord Fulfilled his own prophetic word; Sent down his Spirit, to inspire

His saints, baptized with holy fire.

2 While by his power these signs were wrought While divers tongues his wisdom taught.

His love one only subject gave-
That Jesus died the world to save!

3 Sure peace with God!-the joy!
Pours wide its sacred influence

Relenting foes his grace receive,
And humble myriads hear and live!
224. P. M. SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS.
The Holy Spirit the Comforter.

1 OUR blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
His tender, last farewell,

A Guide, a Comforter, bequeathed
With us to dwell.

2 He came in tongues of living flame,
To teach, convince, subdue;

All powerful as the wind he came,
As viewless too.

3 He came sweet influence to impart,
A gracious humble guest,

While he can find one humble heart,
Wherein to rest.

4 And his that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even,

That checks each fault, that calms each fear, And speaks of heaven.

5 And every virtue we possess,
And every victory won,

And every thought of holiness,
Are his alone.

6 Spirit of purity and grace,
Our weakness pitying see;

O make our hearts thy dwelling place,
And worthier thee.

225.

L. M. WATTS.

The effusion of the Holy Spirit.

1 GREAT was the day, the joy was great, When the divine disciples met;

Whilst on their heads the Spirit came,
And sat like tongues of cloven flame.

2 What gifts, what miracles he gave!
And pow'r to heal, and pow'r to save!
Furnished their tougues with wondrous
words,

Instead of shields, and spears, and swords. 3 Thus arm'd, he sent the champions forth, From east to west, from south to north;