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3 Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come,
'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares ' I quickly come :'
O blest Redeemer, come.
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.
Are freely welcome here;
Abundant, free, and clear. 3 Come then, with all your wants and wouods,
Your every burden bring!
A deep, celestial spring!
Have here found life and peace;
And drink, adore, and bless.
C. M. Ch. PSALMODY. 1 RETURN, O wanderer-now-return !
And seek thy Father's face !
Were kindled by his grace. ,
2 Return, O wanderer-now return!
He hears thy humble sigh:
When no one else is nigh.
Thy Savior bids thee live :
How ready he'll forgive.
And wipe the falling tear :
"Tis love invites you near. .
DODDRIDGB. 1 Jesus, the friend of sinners, calls,
With pity in his eyes;
That all around them rise.
And dwell secure from fear:
Thus calls her offspring round :
And slaughter stains the ground.
Fly to the known retreat ;
And find the shelter sweet.
Refuse to lend an ear ?
And rather die than hear !
IV. REPENTANCE AND REFORMATION.
1 Now see the rebel raise his eyes,
From dreaming folly just awake;
And all his heart begins to break. 2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear
This death I feel in sinful lands,
3 With deep repentance on my tongue,
I'll go and seek my Father's face;
I'll only ask a servant's place.
And o'er him all his bowels yearned ;
And crown with grace his safe return. 5 The rebel's heart with sorrow filled,
Bemoaned the crimes which he had done,
1 Tue Prodigal, with streaming eyes,
From folly just awake,
His heart begins to break.
2 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear
The famine in this land;
The bounty of his hand.
3 With deep repentance I'll return,
And seek my Father's face;
I'll ask a servant's place.
4 Far off he saw him slowly move,
In pensive silence mourn;
To welcome his return.
5 Through all the courts the tidings flew,
And spread the joy around;
The Prodigal was found !
Once moved in error's devious maze ;
2 With tenderest voice thou bad'st me flee
The paths which thou couldst ne’er approve;
With cords of everlasting love.
And low in self-abasement fall;
C. M. MRS. STEELE. 10 Thou, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
From sorrow's weeping eye!
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not said-Return ? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail,
To drive me from thy feet ?
This only safe retreat.
With beams of
A taste of joys divine.