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Christ calls you from above-
His charming accents hear
Let whosoever will, now come;
In mercy's arms there still is room.
The Gospel Feast.

THE King of heaven his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;
Not paradise, with all its joys,
Can such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise the soul to heaven.
3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

1 SAY not, sinner, in thy heart-
on high,
Call on Christ to take my part,
And bring him from the sky ?”
Say not, in thy unbelief—

Who will to the depths descend,
Tell the burdened sinner's grief,

And bring the sinner's Friend ?" 2 No, the gracious word of faith

Hath taught thee better things; "Inward turn thine eye," it saith,

While Christ to thee it brings: Christ is ready to impart

Light and life to those who sigh; "In thy mouth and in thy heart, The word is ever nigh."

"The word is nigh thee." Rom. x. 6-8.


The Heavy-laden invited.

1 "COME hither, all ye weary souls,

Ye come;


C. M.

Doddridge. 7.6.

C. Wesley, (alt'd.)

L. M.

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"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 will.
The Self-righteous invited.


E perishing and naked poor,
Who work, with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own,
That will not hide your sin ;-
2 Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God,
Wrought by the labors of his Son,
And dyed in his own blood.

3 Great God, the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless mis'ries are,
And boundless as our sins!


C. M.



The Voice of Free Grace.


1 THE voice of free grace cries," Escape to the mountain;

For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain;

For sin and uncleanness and every transgres


His blood flows most freely in streams of sal



Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us our pardon;
We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan.

2 Ye souls that are wounded, to Jesus repair; He calls you in mercy-and can you forbear?

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Though your sins have arisen as high as a moun


His blood can remove them-it flows from the fountain.

S Bless'd Jesus, thou reignest exalted and glorious;

O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art ever victorious;

Thy name will we praise in the great congregation,

And triumph, ascribing to thee our salvation. 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore ;

With harps in our hands, we 'll praise thee the


We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the


And sing of salvation for ever and ever.


The Sinner called.

1 RCast all your sins away;

ETURN and come to God;

Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood;
Repent, believe, obey.

2 Say not ye cannot come;
For Jesus bled, and died,
That none who ask in humble faith
Should ever be denied.

3 Say not ye will not come ;
'Tis God vouchsafes to call;


And fearful will their end be found,
On whom his wrath shall fall.

Come then, whoever will,
Come while 'tis called to-day;
Flee to the Saviour's cleansing blood;
Repent, believe, obey.


S. M.


204 “Behold, I stand at the Door." Rev. iii. 20. L. M.

1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door!

He gently knocks-has knocked before;

Has waited long-is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.

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2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands
With melting heart and open hands!
Oh, matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes!
3 But will he prove a friend indeed ?

He will-the very friend you need;
The friend of sinners-yes, 'tis He,
With garments dyed on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
Turn out that hateful monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Admit him, ere his anger burn,

Lest he depart, and ne'er return;
Admit him, or the hour 's at hand,
When at his door denied you 'll stand. Gregg.

L. M.

"Return unto the Lord." Isa. lv. 7.

1 ETURN, O wand'rer, now return,

Those warm desires that in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wand'rer, now return,

And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern,

His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, O wand'rer, now return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn

How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wand'rer, now return, And wipe away the falling tear; 'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.


Pardon and Peace offered.


E who in his courts are found,
Listening to the joyful sound,
Lost and helpless as ye are,
Full of sorrow, sin, and care,
Glorify the King of kings;
Take the peace the gospel brings.



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2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes,
View his bleeding sacrifice;
See in him your sins forgiven,
Pardon, holiness, and heaven:
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.

The Invitation. Rev. xxii. 17, 20.

207 THE


HE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whispering, "Sinner, come ;"
The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, "Come."



Let him that heareth say
To all about him, "Come ;"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come.
Yes, whosoever will,
Oh let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
"Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come :"
Lord, even so; we wait thy hour;
Jesus, our Saviour, come.


The Weary invited.

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 Oppressed with sin, a painful load,
Oh 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 the kind inviting voice.

S. M.

L. M.

Mrs. Steele.

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