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2 “ Look upward in the dying hour,
And live," the prophet cries; But Christ exerts a nobler pow'r,
When Faith lifts up her eyes. .
High in the heav'ns he reigns !
Look and forget their pains.
A dying world revives;
HYMN 63. 88 & 7s.
Well deserves the name of Friend;
Costly, free, and knows no end :
Could, or would have shed their blood ? But our Jesus died to have us
Reconcil'd in him to God;
Jesus is a friend in need.
Friend of sinners was his name;
He rejoices in the same:
And to all their wants attends.
Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often,
What a Friend we have above :
But when home our souls are bro't,
AWAKENING AND INVITING.
HYMN 64. 8s, 78 & 49. 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
He is able,
God's free bounty glorify;
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
This he gives you,
Bruised and mangled by the fall,
Not the righteous,
AWAKENING AND INVITING.
5 Agonizing in the garden;
Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies! On the bloody tree behold him; Hear him cry before he dies,
" It is finished, Sinners will not this suffice? 6 Lo! the incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude :
None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
HYMN 65. L. M. 
Ye heavy laden sinners, come! From all your toils I'll give you rest,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
And pride is restless as the wind.
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My grace shall make the burden light."
With faith, and hope, and grateful love: We yield our spirits to thy hand,
To mould us for thy house above!
HYMN 66. S. M. (448)
In softness, “Sinner come;
To all his children, “Come!" 2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, “Come!"
To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come; Come now to Zion's holy hill,
For Jesus bids thee come; 4 Lo! Jesus, thron'd in power,
Declares, “I quickly come !"
HYMN 67. L. M.
5 Then what my thoughts design to do,
HYMN 68. C. M.
Our inmost thoughts perceive,
Which now to thee we give.
And think ourselves sincere;
Thy real worshipper?
Nor feels his want of thee?
His pardon on the tree?
His desperate state explain:
And penitential pain.
And bid the sleeper rise!
HYMN 69. 8 & 7s.
Fearful soul be strong, be bold;
Never, never quit thy hold!
Dare not set thy God a time;
Leave it, leave it all to him.