6 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.

Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name:

Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

184.

L. M.

1 SINNERS, approach your dying Lord,
And find your happiness restor❜d:
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace:
2 A pardon written with his blood,
The favour and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The trembling joys of penitence:
3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart:
The tears that tell your sins forgiven:
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven;
The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
Th' unutterable tenderness:

The genuine meek humility;

The wonder, " Why such love to me?" 5 The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that veils the seraph's face, The speechless awe that dares not move, And all the silent heaven of love!

WHAT could your Redeemer do
More than he hath done for you?

To procure your peace with God, Could he more than shed his blood? 2 After all his flow of love,

All his drawings from above,
Why will ye your Lord deny?
Why will ye resolve to die?
3 Turn, he cries, ye sinners turn:
By his life your God hath sworn;
He would have you turn and live,
He would all the world receive:
4 If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, beseech, and cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?

5 Sinners, turn, while God is near!
Dare not think him insincere:

Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands,
All day long he spreads his hands!

6 Can ye doubt if God is love?
If to all his bowels move?
Will ye not his word receive?
Will ye not his oath believe?
7 See, the suff'ring God appears,
Jesus weeps, believe his tears!
Mingled with his blood they cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?"

186.

4

P. M.
The Jubilee.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!

Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,

The year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Exalt the Lamb of God,

The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood

Through all the lands proclaim:

3

4

5

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, &c.

Ye slaves of sin and hell
Your liberty receive:
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, &c.

Ye bankrupt debtors, know
The boundless grace of heaven;
Though sums immense ye owe,
A free discharge is given;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, &c.

The gospel trumpet bear,

The news of pardoning grace; Ye happy souls draw near, Behold your Saviour's face: The year of Jubilee is come; Return, &c.

6 Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full atonement made; Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad!

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

187.

1

P. M.

SINNERS, will you scorn the message
Sent in mercy from above?

Every sentence-Oh, how tender!
Every line is full of love;
Listen to it,

Every line is full of love.

2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel

News from Zion's king proclaim, To each rebel sinner-"Pardon, "Free forgiveness in his name:"

How important!

Free forgiveness in his name!

8 Tempted souls, they bring you succour; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; And with news of consolation,

Chase away the falling tears:
Tender heralds-

Chase away the falling tears.

4 False professors, grov'ling worldlings,
Callous hearers of the word,
While the messengers address you,
Take the warnings they afford;
We entreat you,

Take the warnings they afford.

5 O ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners

Glad the message will obey.

188.

(123.) S. M. Gospel invitation.

LET ev'ry ear attend,

And ev'ry heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye starving souls,

That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind:

3 Here wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

Ho! ye that pant for streanis,

And pine away and die:

Here you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of mercy here

In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day:
Lord! we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

C. M.

189. Inexhaustible grace. Luke xv. 31. JEHOVAH'S grace, how full, how free His language how divine!

1

..

My Son, thou ever art with me,
And all I have is thine.

2 " My saints shall each a portion share,
That's worthy of a God;

They are my chief, my constant care-
The purchase of my blood.

3"Both grace and glory I will give,
And nothing good deny;

With me my saints shall ever live,
And reign with me on high.

4"And should a hundred thousand more,
Accept the proffered grace,
I have a heaven prepared-for all;
Nor shall you have the less."

5 Then, dearest Lord, let millions come,
And feast on pard'ning grace;
Bring prodigals, bring exiles home,
And we will shout thy praise.

C. M.

190.My Son give me thy Heart. Prov. xxiii. 26 WHAT language now salutes the ear,

And 'tis our Father's voice!