2 "Tis not the trump of war,
Nor Sinai's awful roar:
Salvation's news it spreads afar,
And vengeance is no more.
3 Forgiveness, love, and peace,
Glad heaven aloud proclaims;
And earth the jubilee's release,
With eager rapture, claims. 4 Far, far to distant lands
The saving news shall spread;
And Jesus all his willing bands,
In glorious triumph lead.
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The Gospel Trumpet.
HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,
Through earth and heaven the echo bounds;
Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood!
Sinners are reconciled to God,
By grace divine!
2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news,
Nor longer dare the grace refuse;
Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
T' invite you near.
3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre;
Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim—
Forever worthy is the Lamb
Of endless praise.
L. M.
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Christ's Invitation to Sinners.
"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 Blest is the man, whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to the 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.
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7s.
FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!-
"Love's redeeming work is done—
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid-
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!
3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest dainties stored;
To thy Father's bosom pressed,
Yet again a child confessed,
Never from his house to roam;
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
Soon the days of life shall end-
Lo, I come-your Saviour, Friend!
Safe your spirits to convey
To the realms of endless day,
Up to my eternal home-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!"
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Christ's Invitation to Sinners.
BLEEDING hearts, defiled by sin, Jesus Christ can make you clean : Contrite souls, with guilt oppressed, Jesus Christ can give you rest.
2 You who mourn o'er follies past,
Precious hours and years laid waste;
Turn to God-oh turn and live,
Jesus Christ can still forgive.
3 Fainting souls, in peril's hour,
Yield not to the tempter's power;
On the risen Lord rely,
Jesus Christ now reigns on high.
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C. M.
THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your
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-'tis mercy's voice; That gracious voice obey; "Tis Jesus calls 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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COME! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice: I will guide you to your homeWeary pilgrims! hither come. 2 Hither come-for here is found Balm for every bleeding wound, Peace, which ever shall endureRest, eternal-sacred-sure!
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C. M.
ALL ye, who feel distressed for sin,
And fear eternal wo,
You Christ invites to enter in-
This hour to Jesus go!
2 He, by his own almighty word,
Will all your fears remove;
For every wound his precious blood
A sovereign balm shall prove.
3 His conquering grace shall set you free
From sin's oppressive chains,
From Satan's hateful tyranny,
And everlasting pains.
4 Come then, ye heavy-laden-come!
His instant help implore:
Millions have found a peaceful home-
There's room for millions more.
L. M.
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Invitation to the Heavy-laden.
COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed, Oh come! accept the promised rest: The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppressed with guilt-a painful load, Oh come, and bow before your God! 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; Here's pardon, life, and endless peaceHow rich the gift!-how free the grace! 167
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SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
His mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sovereign word,
From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travail all your days,
To reap immortal wo!
4 But he, who turns to God, shall live, Through his abounding grace:
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