3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, 254 C. M. WATTS. The Invitation of the Gospel. 1 LET every mortal ear attend, The trumpet of the gospel sounds 2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, And vainly strive with earthly toys 3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared 4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, Here you may quench your raging thirst 5 The happy gates of gospel grace 255 7s M. COWPER. "Lovest thou Me"? John xxi. 16. 1 1 HARK, my soul; it is the Lord; 2 "I delivered thee when bound, And, when bleeding, healed thy wound; 3 "Can a woman's tender care 4 "Mine is an unchanging love, 5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, 207 256 L. M. WATTS. Glory and Grace in Christ. 1 NOW to the Lord a noble song; Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna to the eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God in the person of his Son Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood 4 But in his looks a glory stands, 5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; 1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to my ear; DODDRIDGE. Heaven with the echo shall resound, 2 Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man ; And all the steps that grace display, 3 Grace taught my wandering feet 4 Grace all the work shall crown, It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 258 L. M. Salvation by Christ. DODDRIDGE 1 AND is salvation brought so near, 2 I ask not, who to heaven shall scale, That Christ, the Savior, thence may come ; Or who earth's inmost depths assail, To bring him from the dreary tomb. 3 From heaven, on wings of love, he flew, 4 I sing salvation brought so near, 259 L. M. WATTS. Salvation by Christ. Ps. 85. 1 SALVATION is forever nigh The souls that fear and trust the Lord; And grace, descending from on high, Fresh hopes of glory shall afford. 2 Now truth and honor shall abound, 3 His righteousness is gone before, Our wandering feet shall stray no more, 260 H. M. Doddridge Blessing God for spiritual Blessings in Christ. 1 LOUD be thy name adored, 2 Ten thousand gifts of love From thee through him descend, To joys that never end: |