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3 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him :

This he gives you ;
'Tis the Spirits rising beam.
4 Lo, th' incarnate God, ascended,

Pleads the merit of his blood ; Venture on him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude;

None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 5 Saints and angels, joined in concert,

Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name;

Sinners here may sing the same.

Hart. 194 The Gospel Feast.

C. M. 1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,

, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store

For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;

He calls, he bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,

But see, there yet is room.
3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;

There love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart,

That trembles at his feet. 4 In him the Father, reconciled,

Invites your souls to come; The rebel shall be called a child,

And kindly welcomed home. Mrs. Steele. 195 The accepted Time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. S. M

OW is th' accepted time,

Now is the day of grace, Now, sinners, come without delay, And seek the Saviour's face.

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2 Now is th' accepted time,

The Saviour calls to-day; To-morrow it may be too late

Then why should you delay ? 3 Now is th' accepted time,

The gospel bids you come ; And every promise in his word Declares there yet is room.

Dobell 196 The Saviour's Invitation. John vii. 37. C.M. 1 THE Saviour callslet every ear

: 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, cometis 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.

Mrs. Steele. 197 “Yet there is room."

H. M. 1 YE dying sons of men,

Sunk deep in sin and wo,
The gospel's voice attend,

While Jesus sends to you ;
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
No longer now delay;

No vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame :
All things are ready, sinners, come;

For every trembling soul there 's room. 3 Compelled by bleeding love,

Ye wandering souls, draw near ;

Christ calls you from above

His charming accents hear ; Let whosoever will, now come;

In mercy's arms there still is room. Boden. 198 The Gospel Feast.

C. M. 1 THE King of heaven his table spreads, 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. Doddridge. 199 “ The word is nigh thee.Rom. x. 6—8. 7. 6. 1 SAY

not, sinner, in thy heart

66 Who shall ascend 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;
6 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." C. Wesley, (altd.)
The Heavy-laden invited.

L. M. 16 “COME bither, all ye weary souls,

Ye heavy-laden sinners, come ;


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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.

Watts. 201 The Self-righteous invited.

C. M. TE 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!

Watts. 202 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.

sion, His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation."

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

tain, His blood can remove them-it flows from the

fountain. 3 Bless'd Jesus, thou reignest exalted and gloO'er sin, death, and hell, thou art ever vic

torious; Thy name will we praise in the great congre

gation, 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

more ; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the And sing of salvation for ever and ever.

Thornby. 203 The Sinner called.

S. M. 1 RETURN and come to God ;

away; 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. 4 Come then, whoever will,

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

Doane. 204 Behold, I stand at the Door.” Rev. iii. 20. L. M.

EHOLD a stranger at the door! Has waited long-is waiting still: You treat no other friend so ill.

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