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3 Yes, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life ;

'Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares ' I quickly come :'
Lord, even so ! we wait thy hour;

O blest Redeemer, come.

58.

C. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 0, what amazing words of

grace Are in the gospel found ! Suited to every sinner's case,

Who hears the joyful sound.
2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,

Are freely welcome here;
Salvation, like a river, rolls

Abundant, free, and clear. 3 Come then, with all your wants and wouods,

Your every burden bring!
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,

A deep, celestial spring!
4 Millions of sinners, vile as you,

Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,

And drink, adore, and bless.

59.

C. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 RETURN, O wanderer-now-return !

And seek thy Father's face !
Those new desires, which in thee burn,

Were kindled by his grace. ,

2 Return, O wanderer-now return!

He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,

When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer-now return!

Thy Savior bids thee live :
Go to his feet-and grateful learn

How ready he'll forgive.
4 Beturn, O wanderer-now return,

And wipe the falling tear :
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn!

"Tis love invites you near. .

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DODDRIDGB. 1 Jesus, the friend of sinners, calls,

With pity in his eyes;
And warns them of the dangerous foes

That all around them rise.
2 ‘Fly to the refuge of my arms,

And dwell secure from fear:
No enemy shall pluck you hence,
No
weapon wound

you

here."
3 With anxious heart, the parent bird

Thus calls her offspring round :
When furious vultures beat the air,

And slaughter stains the ground.
4 The trembling brood, by nature taught,

Fly to the known retreat ;
Beneath her downy wings are safe,

And find the shelter sweet.
5 Shall men, alas! more thoughtless men,

Refuse to lend an ear ?
'Their only refuge madly shun,

And rather die than hear !

IV. REPENTANCE AND REFORMATION.

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1 Now see the rebel raise his eyes,

From dreaming folly just awake;
His soul relents with strange surprise,

And all his heart begins to break. 2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear

This death I feel in sinful lands,
While servants of my Father share
The liberal bounty of his hands.

3 With deep repentance on my tongue,

I'll go and seek my Father's face;
Unworthy to be called a son,

I'll only ask a servant's place.
4 Far off his Father saw him come,

And o'er him all his bowels yearned ;
He rose to bless and greet his son,

And crown with grace his safe return. 5 The rebel's heart with sorrow filled,

Bemoaned the crimes which he had done,
Through all the courts the servants smiled,
And sang the Father's grace alone.

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WATTS.

1 Tue Prodigal, with streaming eyes,

From folly just awake,
Reviews his wanderings with surprise,

His heart begins to break.

2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear

The famine in this land;
While servants of my Father share

The bounty of his hand.

3 With deep repentance I'll return,

And seek my Father's face;
Unworthy to be called a son,

I'll ask a servant's place.

4 Far off he saw him slowly move,

In pensive silence mourn;
The Father ran with arms of love,

To welcome his return.

5 Through all the courts the tidings flew,

And spread the joy around;
The angels tuned their harps anew ;

The Prodigal was found !

63.

L. M.
1 Far from thy fold, o God, my feet

Once moved in error's devious maze ;
Nor found religious duties sweet,
Nor sought thy face, nor loved thy ways.

2 With tenderest voice thou bad'st me flee

The paths which thou couldst ne’er approve;
And gently drew my soul to thee,

With cords of everlasting love.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,

And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm I lie,
And thou, my God, 'art all in all.

64.

C. M. MRS. STEELE. 10 Thou, whose tender mercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye!
2 See! low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face;

Hast thou not said-Return ? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail,

To drive me from thy feet ?
O let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat.
4 O shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of
And let thy healing voice impart

A taste of joys divine.

mercy shine;

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