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3 If inward, still inquiring,

I turn my searching eye,
Or upward, now aspiring,

I raise my feeble cry,
No heavenly light is beaming

To cheer my troubled breast,
No ray of comfort gleaming

To give my spirit rest.
4 My soul ! from this dread anguish

Is there no refuge nigh?
'Tis guilt that makes thee languish,

And leaves thee thus to die :
Renounce thy sin and folly

Before the throne of grace;
And make the Lord, most holy,

Thy strength and righteousness. 251.

Conviction by the Lai. 1 LORD! how secure my conscience was,

And felt no inward dread! was alive without the law,

And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;

But since the precept came,
With a convincing power and light,

I find how vile I am.
3 My guilt appeared but small before,

Tiil terribly I saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,

Is thine eternal law.
4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,

My sins revived again :-
I have provoked a dreadful God,

And all my hopes are slain.
5 My God! I cry with every breath

For some kind power to save,
To break the yoke of sin and death

And thus redeem the slave. 252.

The Strivings of the Spirit.
1 SAY, sinner! hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,

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Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,

And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,

It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3 Spurn not the call to life and light;

Regard, in time, the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight,

And yet the gate of mercy find.
4 God's Spirit will not always strive

With hardened, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,

May never hear his voice again. 5 Sinner! perhaps, this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away,

Then hope may never beam on thee. 253.

Man condemned before God. 1 AH! how shall fallen man

Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark,

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we, for one of thousand faults,

A just excuse devise ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who, that tries th’ unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake. 5 Ah! how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?
None-none can meet him, and escape,

But through the Saviour's blood.

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The evil Heart.
1 ASTONISHED and distressed,

I turn mine eyes within ;-
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,

The seat of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,

What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,

Pride, envy, slavish fear!
3 Almighty King of saints !

These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,

And all my powers renew.
4 This done,-my cheerful voice

Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,-

My lips pronounce thy praise.


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The Saviour's Invitation.
1 THE Saviour calls—let every ear

Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear,

Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,

Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,

To banish mortal wo.
3 Ye sinners! come ; 't is mercy's voice ;

The gracious call obey ;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys-

And can you yet delay?
4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,

And drink, and never die.

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Rest for the weary Penitent.
1 COME, weary souls! with sin distressed,

Come, and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,

And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 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!
3 Lord! we accept, with thankful heart,

The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come, with trembling; yet rejoice,

And bless the kind inviting voice.
4 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love

Confirm our faith,—our fears remove;
Oh! sweetly reign in every breast,

And guide us to eternal rest. 257.

The Gospel. Trumpet.
1 LET every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,

With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toils

To fill th' immortal mind !-
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die !
Here you may quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry.
5 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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6 The happy gates of gospel-grace

Stand open night and day ;-
Lord ! we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away. 258.

Christ's Invitation to Sinners.
1 “COME hither, all ye weary souls!

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

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 « Blessed 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 will. 259.

Living Waters. 1 HO! every one that thirsts! draw nigh ;

'Tis God invites the fallen race; Mercy and free salvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace. 2 Ye nothing in exchange can give

Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,-

Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 3 Come to the living waters, come;

Sinners ! obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers ! home,

And in redeeming love rejoice. 260.

The Resolve. I COME, trembling sinner! in whose breast,

A thousand thoughts revolve ;


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