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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 In Jesus' condescending heart

Both love and pity meet ; Nor will he bid the soul depart,

That trembles at his feet.
4 Come, then, and with his people taste

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

Of nobler joys above.

HYMN 261. L. M. [#]

Invitation.
1 COME, fellow sinners, come away ;

Behold the fast-declining sun;
No longer in the market stay ;

'Tis time our labours were begun. 2 O be not faithless in the Lord :

Whate'er is right we shall receive;
If we but hearken to his word,

He will immortal treasures give. 3 Lord, in thy vineyard we appear,

To labour in the works of love;
O may we be thy mercy's care,

Nor from thy precepts ever rove. 4 And when thy labourers all come home,

May each, with joy, thy goodness see; Nor fault what boundless grace has done,

In setting man from bondage free.

HYMN 262. C. M. [#]

God is Love. 1 COME, ye that know and love the Lord,

And raise your thoughts above;
Let every heart and voice accord

To sing that God is Love.
2 This precious truth his word declares,

And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears

To show that God is Love.
3 Behold his patience bearing long

With those who from him rove,
Till mighty grace their hearts subdue,

To teach them God is Love.
4 O may we all, while here below,

This blessing well improve,
Till nobler praise, in brighter worlds,

Proclaim that God is Love.

HYMN 263. 7s. M. [#]

Christ's Invitations.
1 COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my path your choice ;
I will guide you to your home :

Weary pilgrim, hither come.
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 who, tossed on beds of pain,

Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, whose weeping, sleepless eyes

Watch to see the morning rise;-
4 Ye by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care :

Who the stings of guilt can bear ? 5 Sinner, come ; for here is found

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

HYMN 264. C. M. [#]

Invitation. 1 YE favoured children of the Lord, Ye loved, ye

ransomed

race, Come, listen to the cheering word

Of our Redeemer's grace. 2 O come; attend the Saviour's call;

He only life can give;
His gracious voice proclaimed to all

Is, Come, believe, and live. 3 But man, regardless of his words,

From Jesus doth depart;
The joyful sound no life affords

His unbelieving heart. 4 Hasten, O God, that glorious day,

In thine own plan designed,

When thou wilt take the veil away

From each benighted mind. 5 Then sinners shall with grateful hearts

The Saviour's name adore;
And carnal mind, with subtle arts,

Shall tempt their souls no more.

HYMN 265. C. M. [#]

Angelic Invitation.
1 See the kind angels at the gates,

Inviting us to come ;
There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits,

To welcome pilgrims home. 2 There, on a green and flowery mount,

Our weary souls shall sit,
And with transporting joys recount

The labours of our feet. 3 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue,

Nor trifles vex our ear ;
Infinite
grace

shall be our song, And heaven rejoice to hear. 4 Eternal glory to the King

That brought us safely through ; Our tongue shall never cease to sing,

And endless praise renew.

HYMN 266. L. M. [#]

Jesus' Call. 1 COME, all ye weary, fainting souls,

Ye heavy laden sinners, come;

l'll give you rest from all your toils,

And lead you to my heavenly home. 2 Ye shall find rest, that learn of me;

I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind. 3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take

My yoke, and bear it with delight : My yoke is easy to his neck ;

My grace shall make the burden light. 4 Jesus, we come at thy command,

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,

To rule and guide us at thy will.

HYMN 267. 8 & 7s. M. [#]

Call to Zion.
1 PRAISE to God, the great Creator,

Bounteous Source of every joy,
He whose hand upholds all nature,

He whose word can all destroy !
Saints, with pious zeal attending,

Now the grateful tribute raise ;
Solemn songs, to heaven ascending,

Join the universal praise.
2 Here indulge each grateful feeling ;
Lowly bend with contrite souls

;
Here, his milder grace revealing,

Here no peal of thunder rolls :
Lo, the sacred

before us
Bears the promise of his love,

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