5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for ev'ry wound;
Peace that ever shall endure;
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

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HYMN 123. s. M.

ET ev'ry ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind:

3 Here wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for streams,
And pine away and die :

Here you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of mercy here

In a rich ocean join;

Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The gates of gospel grace

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Stand open night and day:
Lord! we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

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HYMN 124. L. M.

HOME hither, all ye weary souls!
Ye heavy-laden sinners! come:

I'll give you rest from all your toils,

And raise you to my heav'nly home."

2 "They shall find rest, that 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 humble zeal; Resign our spirits to thy hand,

To mould and guide us at thy wili.

HYMN 125. L. M.

1 OME, weary souls, with sin distrest, Come, and accept the promis'd rest;

The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.

2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes abroad.
Divine compassion, mighty love
Will all the painful load remove.

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift! how free the grace!

4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart.
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless thy kind inviting voice.

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HYMN 126. c. M.

THE Saviour calls; let ev'ry ear
Attend the heav'nly sound.

Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For ev'ry thirsty longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;

And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal wo.

3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise,
To ease your ev'ry pain:
Immortal fountain! full supplies!
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

4 Ye sinners! come, 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey.
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys :-
And can you yet delay?

5 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly;

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And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

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HYMN 127. C. M.

HE King of heav'n his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board.

Not all the boasted joys of earth

Could such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are giv'n;

And the rich blood, which Jesus shed,
To raise the soul to heav'n.

3 Ye hungry poor, who long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come;

Come from the hedges and highways,
And grace will find you room.

4 Thousands of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;

And thousands more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

5 Yet is his house and heart so large,
That thousands more may come;
Nor could the wide assembling world
O'erfill the spacious room.

6 All things are ready: enter in,
Nor weak excuses frame.

Come, take your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

VII

EXAMPLE OF CHRIST.

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HYMN 128. L. M.

Y dear Redeemer, and my Lord!
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MY

M'dead my duty in thy word:

But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such def'rence to thy Father's will,
Thy love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.
3 Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witness'd the fervour of thy pray'r:

The desert thy temptations knew,
Thy conflict, and thy vict'ry too!
4 Be thou my pattern; let me bear
More of thy gracious image here.
Then God the Judge shall own my name
Among the fol'wers of the Lamb.

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HYMN 129. L. M.

ND is the gospel peace and love? Such let our conversation be; The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity.

2 Whene'er the angry passions rise,

And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, On Jesus let us fix our eyes,

Bright pattern of the Christian life.

3 O how benevolent and kind!

How mild! how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 To do his heav'nly Father's will,
Was his employment and delight:
Humility and holy zeal

Shone through his life divinely bright.
5 Dispensing good where'er he came,
The labours of his life were love.
If then we love the Saviour's name,
Let his divine example move!

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BEHOLD, where in a mortal form

Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,
With mildest radiance shine.