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Aft 4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,

And drink-and never die. 244

Benson. Alsen. 1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home-
Weary pilgrims! hither come.
2 Hither come--for here is found

Balm for every bleeding wound,
Peace, which ever shall endure-
Rest, eternal-sacred-sure !

C. M.

Eastport. Dedhain 245

Invitation to the Heavy-laden.
1 ALL ye, .who feel distressed for sin,

Annd fear eternal wo,
You Christ invites to enter in

This hour to Jesus go!
2 He, by his own almighty word,

Will all your fears remove;
For every wound his precious blood

A sovereign balm shall prove.
mf 113 His conquering grace shall set you free

From sin's oppressive chains,
From Satan's hateful tyranny,

And everlasting pains.
Af 4 Come then, ye heavy-laden-come!

His instant help implore:
Millions have found a peaceful home-

There's room for millions more. 246

Wakefield. Danvers. 1 COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed,

Oh come! accept the promised rest:
The Saviour's gracious call obey,

And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppressed with guilt-a painful load,

Oh come, and bow before your God!
Divine compassion, mighty love,

Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,

To cleanse your guilt-and heal your woes;


L. M.

C. M.

Here's pardon, life, and endless peace

How rich the gift!-how free the grace! 247

Eastport. Patmos. 1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard;

His mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sovereign word,

From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,

You live devoid of peace ;
A thousand stings within your breast,

Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Why will you in the crooked ways

Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travail

all your days,
To reap immortal wo!
4 But he, who turns to God, shall live,

Through his abounding grace:
His mercy will the guilt forgive,

Of those who seek his face.
5 Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin ;
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.
6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts!

He pardons like a God?
He will forgive your numerous faults

Through our Redeemer's blood. 248

S. M. Haverhill. Little Marlboro'. 1 OH, cease! my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam ;
All this wide world, to either pole,

Has not for thee a home.
2 Behold the ark of God!
Behold the open

door ;
Oh! haste to gain that dear abode,

And rove, my soul, no more.
3 There, safe thou shalt abide,

There, sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,

With full salvation blest.

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Groenvilo. 249 Sinners entreated by the Mercies of Christ. 1 COME, ye sinners-poor and wretched,

Come in mercy's gracious hour!
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power:

He is able-
He is willing--doubt no more.
2 Come, ye thirsty-ye are welcome!

God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace which brings us nigh,

Without money.
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
3 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody cross behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies-

“ It is finished !"
Heaven's atoning sacrifice!
4 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,

Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on him-venture wholly ;
Let no other trust intrude :

None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good. 250

Harwich. 1 YE dying sons of men,

Immerged in sin and wo!
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 still is room.

H. M.

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C. M.

Dedham. Oakland 1 SINNERS, behold the Lamb of God,

Who takes away our guilt ;
Look to th' atoning precious blood,

That for our sins he spilt.
2 Sinners, to Jesus now draw near

Invited by his word ;
The chief of sinners need not fear

Behold the Lamb of God.
3 Backsliders, too, the Saviour calls,

And washes in his blood;
Arise-return from grievous falls ;

Behold the Lamb of God.
4 In every state, and time, and place,

Nought plead but Jesus' blood;
However wretched be your case,

Behold the Lamb of God.
5 Spirit of grace, to us apply

Immanuel's precious blood;
That we may, with thy saints on high,
Behold the Lamb of God.

Scotland. 252

Free Grace. i THE voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain :

For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain ;
For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression,
His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon,

We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair,

Now he calls you in mercy-and can you forbear?
Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain,

His blood can remove then-it flows from the fountain. 3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious ;

O’er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious ;
With shouting proclaim it-oh trust in his passion,

He saves us most freely-oh precious salvation ! 4 Our Jesus his name now proclaims all victorious,

He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious í
To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,

And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation.
6 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more ;
We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,
And sing of salvation forever and ever!

C. M.


S. M. Haverhill. Pentonville 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!
3 Yes, whosoever will,

Oh 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! 254

Dedham. Princeton. 1 OH what amazing words of grace

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

Who knows 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 wounds,

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

A deep, celestial spring!
4 Whoever will-oh gracious word !-

Shall of this stream partake;
Come, thirsty souls—and bless the Lord,

And drink for Jesus' sake!
5 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and

Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

St. Martin's. Stopbons. 255

The Gospel Feast.
1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,

Behold a royal feast !

C. M.

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