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2 “ Look upward in the dying hour,

And live," the prophet cries; But Christ exerts a nobler pow'r,

When Faith lifts up her eyes. .
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung !

High in the heav'ns he reigns !
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,

Look and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted high,

A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds redemption nigh,
Th' expiring Gentile lives!

HYMN 63. 88 & 7s.
ONE there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end :
They who once his kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.
2 Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could, or would have shed their blood ? But our Jesus died to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God;
This is boundless love indeed!

Jesus is a friend in need.
3 When he liv'd on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was his name;
Now above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same:
Still he calls them brethren, friends,

And to all their wants attends.
4 Oh for grace our hearts to soften!

Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often,

What a Friend we have above :

But when home our souls are bro't,
We will love thee as we ought.

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HYMN 64. 8s, 78 & 49. [39]
COME, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power:

He is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome,

God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,

Without money
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 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 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Bruised and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all :

Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

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5 Agonizing in the garden;

Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies! On the bloody tree behold him; Hear him cry before he dies,

" It is finished, Sinners will not this suffice? 6 Lo! the incarnate God ascending,

Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude :

None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, joined in concert,

Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name:

Sinners here may do the same.

HYMN 65. L. M. [415]
“COME, all ye weary and unblest ;

Ye heavy laden sinners, come! From all your toils I'll give you rest,

And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 “They shall find rest who learn of me;

I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.
3 "Bless'd is the man, whose shoulders take

My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light."
4 Jesus, we come at thy command,

With faith, and hope, and grateful love: We yield our spirits to thy hand,

To mould us for thy house above!

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HYMN 66. S. M. (448)
THE Spirits voice doth break

In softness, “Sinner come;
The bride, the church of Christ, doth speak

To all his children, “Come!" 2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, “Come!"
Ye souls athirst, come while you may-

To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come; Come now to Zion's holy hill,

For Jesus bids thee come; 4 Lo! Jesus, thron'd in power,

Declares, “I quickly come !"
Lord, even so! I wait thine hour:
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

HYMN 67. L. M.
LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God hath given
To escape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie:
Their memory and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.
4 Their hatred and their love are lost,
Their envy's buried in the dust;
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

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5 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground.

HYMN 68. C. M.
THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes

Our inmost thoughts perceive,
Accept the evening sacrifice,

Which now to thee we give.
2 We bow before thy gracious throne,

And think ourselves sincere;
But show us, Lord, is every one

Thy real worshipper?
3 Is here a soul that knows thee not,

Nor feels his want of thee?
A stranger to the blood which bought

His pardon on the tree?
4 Convince him now of unbelief;

His desperate state explain:
And fill his heart with sacred grief,

And penitential pain.
5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead,

And bid the sleeper rise!
And bid the guilty conscience dread
The death that never dies.

HYMN 69. 8 & 7s.
DROOPING soul, shake off thy fears;

Fearful soul be strong, be bold;
Tarry till the Lord appears,

Never, never quit thy hold!
Murmur not at his delay,

Dare not set thy God a time;
Calmly for his coming stay,

Leave it, leave it all to him.

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