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III. WARNING AND INVITATION.

50.

L. M.

1 Come, sinners, saith the mighty God,

Abhorrent as your crimes have been,
Lo, I descend from mine abode,

Tu reason with the sons of men.
2 No clouds of darkness veil my face,

No vengeful lightnings flash around;
I come with terms of life and peace;
Where sin hath reigned, let grace abound.

. 3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call,

And to thy gracious sceptre bow;
O, make our crimson sins like wool,

Our scarlet guilt like stainless snow. 4 So shall our thankful lips repeat

Thy praises with a tuneful voice,
While humbly prostrate at thy feet,
We wonder, tremble, and rejoice.

51.

8s, 7s & 4s M.
1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Heavenly mercy now implore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, join'd with power ;

He is able,
He is willing ; doubt no more.

2 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 his Spirit's rising beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Lost and ruined in your thrall !
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.

Not the righteous
Sinners Jesus came to call.

52.

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

Behold a royal feast !
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 0, come, and with his ransomed taste

The blessings of his love ;
While hope attends the sweet repast,

Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,

Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,

In ecstacies unknown.

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1 Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,

With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,

Who feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill th' immortal mind

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast;
And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst

With streams that never dry.

5 The happy gates of gospel grace,

Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away.

54.

7 M.

BARBAULD.

1 Come! said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrims, hither come!

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2 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn ; ;
Long hast roamed the barren waste,

Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 3 Ye by fiercer anguish torn,

In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here resign your heavy care :

A wounded spirit who can bear ? 4 Sinner, come! for here is found

Balin that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest, eternal, sacred, sure.

55.

H. M.

TOPLADI. 1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The
year

of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
2 Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full provision made;
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad ;

of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
3 Ye who have sold for nought

Your heritage above,
Come take it back unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of Jubilee is come ;
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

The year

56.

H. M.

Ch. PSALMODI.

1 Ye dying sons of men,

Immerged in guilt and woe!
Now mercy calls again,

Its message is to you!
Ye perishing and guilty, come!

In mercy's arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame;
Christ 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 Drawn by his dying love,

Ye wandering sheep, draw near !
He calls you from above,

The Shepherd's voice now hear :
To him whoever will may come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.

57.

S. M.

CH. PSALMODY.

1 The Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering 'Sinner, come;'
The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims,

To all his children · Come!'

2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, Come!'
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come.

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