HYMN 90.

An Invitation to Sinners.

COME to the glorious gospel feast,
Ho! ev'ry one that will !
O come ye starving souls, and taste
Those joys that none can tell.

2 Arise ye mortals that are sad
And bord'ring on despair,"
Lo there is balm in Gilead,
And a physician there.

3 Look to the Saviour's bleeding side,
Behold the purple gore;
It was for wounded souls he dy'd,
The sin sick to restore.

Behold him on the cursed tree, With arms extended wide, For sinners such as you and me The bleeding Saviour dy'd.

5 'Tis finish'd said his dying breath,
And conquer'd death and hell,
That rebels doom'd to endless death,
Might in his bosom dwell.

6 Come then receive his grace and tell
The wonders of his love;
Till we arise with him to dwell,
In the bright worlds above.

7 No sin nor foe shall there annoy,
Or wound your peaceful breast;
But boundless love, unmingled joy,
And everlasting rest.

HYMN 91.

Farewell to all but Christ.

FAREWELL vain world, I bid adieu,
Your glories I despise;
Your friendship I no more pursue,
Your flatt'ries are but lies.

2 You promise happiness in vain,
Nor can you satisfy;

Your highest pleasures turn to pain,
And all your treasure's die.

3 Had I the Indies, East and West,
And riches of the sea;

Without my God I could not rest,
For he is all to me.

4 Then let my soul rise far above;
By faith I'll take my wing,
To the eternal realms of love,
Where saints and angels sing,

5 There's love and joy that will not waste
And treasures that endure ;
There's pleasures that will always last,
When time shall be no more.

HYMN 92.

A Morning Song.

LORD, in the morning I will send
My cries to reach thine ear;
Thou art my father and my friend,
My help forever near.

O lead me, keep me all this day,
Near thee in perfect peace;
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Help me to watch, and pray,
To pray and never cease.

3 I know my roving feet will err,
Unless thou be my guide:
Warn me of every foe and snare,
And keep me near thy side.

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4 Then shall I pass all danger safe,
And tread the tempter down;
My trust, my hope, joy and relief,
Shall be in thee alone.

5 Then let my moments smoothly run And sing my hours away;

Till evening shades and setting sun
Conclude in endless day-

HYMN 93.

A Crumb for Pilgrims.

Go on, ye pilgrims, while below,
In the sure path of peace :
Determin'd nothing else to know,
But Jesus and his giace.

2. Observe your leader, follow him:
He through this world has been
Often revil'd, but like a lamb,
Did ne'er revile again.

3 O take the pattern he has giv❜n,
And love your enemies ;

And learn the only way to heav'n,
Through self denial lies.

4 Remember you must watch and pray,
While journeying on the road :
Lest you should fall out by the way,
And wound the cause of God.

Contend for nothing but the fruit, That feeds the immortal mind; For fruitless leaves no more dispute, But leave them to the wind.

6 Go on rejoicing night and day, Your crown is yet before;

Defy the trials of your way,

The storm will soon be o'er.

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7 Then you shall reach the promis'd land, With all the ransom'd race,

And join with all the glorious band,

To sing redeeming grace.

HYMN 94.

Longing for Christ.

Q COULD I find from day to day?

A nearness to my God;

Then should my hours glide sweet away, And live upon thy word.

2 Lord I desire with thee to live
Anew from day to day,

In joys the world can never give,
Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus come and rule my heart,
And I'll be wholly thine:

And never never more depart,
For thou art wholly mine.

Thus till my last expiring breath,

Thy goodness I'll adore;

And when my flesh dissolves in death,
My soul shall love thee more.

5 Thro' boundless grace I then shall spend

An everlasting day,

In the embraces of my friend,

Who took my guilt away.

6. That worthy name shall have the praise,
To whom all praise is due :
While angels and archangals gaze,
On scenes forever new,

HYMN 95.

The Backslider returning 2

O WHAT a cruel wretch am I,
To leave my Jesus so!
And now without his smiles I lie,
And know not where to go.

2 Once I enjoy'd his smiling face
But did not think so soon,
I should go mourning in distress,
And all my comforts gone.

3 Not all the glories of this earth,
Can do me any good :

My soul abhors all carnal mirth,
And groans to find my God.

O should I see his face again
"'d tell him all my wòe,