Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest.
2 There Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls-he bids you come:
Though guilt restrains—and fear alarms,
Behold, there yet is room.
3 Oh! come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope expects the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In songs on earth unknown.
5 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
And enter while there's room.
256 The Gospel adapted to give Peace and Rest.
1 PEACE, humbled soul, whose plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo;
Cease thy complaint-suppress thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow;
Behold the precious balm is found,
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound.
2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed,
Unburthen here thy weighty load;
Here find thy refuge and thy rest,
And trust the mercy of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour-glorious word!
Forever love and praise the Lord.
Sinners invited to Living Waters.
1 HO! every one that thirsts-draw nigh;
"Tis God invites the fallen race;
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.
2 Come to the living waters-come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find his grace is free to all.
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1 GREAT Source of being and of love!
Thou waterest all the worlds above;
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Sion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 This gentle stream, with sudden force,
Swells to a river in its course;
Through desert realms its windings play,
And scatter blessings all the way.
4 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odors give,
And on their fruit the nations live.
5 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory crowned,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave-
To him who all thy virtues gave.
Now the accepted Time.
1 NOW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, coine, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
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.
mp 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with thy love:
Then will the angels swiftly fly
To bear the news above.
S. M. Little Marlboro'. Dunbar.
1 ALL yesterday is gone!
To-morrow's not our own;
O sinner, come, without delay,
To bow before the throne?
2 Oh hear his voice to-day,
And harden not your heart:
To-morrow, with a frown, he may
Pronounce the word-depart.
Pardon and Sanctification offered.
1 IN vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
2 But God can every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace:
He gives by covenant, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.
3 Come-and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains
In that dear fountain which his Son
Poured from his dying veins.
4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law ;
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.
5 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We, the dear people of his love,
And he, our God of grace.
God's gracious Call to Sinners.
1 LET us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above:
For, lo! the great Jehovah speaks,
And every word is love.
2 Lord, help us now to seek thy face,
By Christ the living way;
And praise thee for this hour of grace
Through an eternal day!
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 Saviour bids thee live :
Go to his feet-and grateful learn
How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer-now return!
And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls-no longer mourn!
"Tis love invites thee near.
Uxbridge. Duke Street.
1 THUS saith the wisdom of the Lord,
Blessed is the man that hears my word;
Keeps daily watch before my gates,
And at my feet for mercy waits.
2 The soul that seeks me shall obtain
Immortal wealth, and heavenly gain;
Immortal life is his reward,
Life, and the favor of the Lord.
Sinners urged to accept the Invitation.
1 YE, who in his courts are found,
Listening to the joyful sound,
Lost and helpless as ye are,
Sons of sorrow, sin, and care,
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes,
View this bleeding sacrifice;
See, in him, your sins forgiven,
Pardon, holiness, and heaven:
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
1 SINNERS, turn-why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why:
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live.
2 Sinners, turn-why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why:
He, who did your souls retrieve,
He who died, that ye might live.
3 Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why-ye ransomed sinners-why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
4 Sinners, turn-why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why:
He who all your lives hath strove,
Woo'd you to embrace his love ;-
5 Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Oh! ye dying sinners, why-
Why will ye forever die?
1 SINNER, oh why so thoughtless grown?
Why in such dreadful haste to die?
Daring to leap to worlds unknown!
Heedless against thy God to fly!
2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urged on by sin's delusive dreams?
Madly attempt th' infernal gate,
And force thy passage to the flames?
3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains;
And hear the Lord of life unfold
The glories of his dying pains!-
Forever telling, yet untold!
CONVICTION AND CONFESSION.
1 LORD, how secure my conscience was, And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.
2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright
But since the precept came
With such convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.
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