6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended, Can do helpless sinners good. Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Hallelujah! Sinners here may sing the same. 184. L. M. 1 SINNERS, approach your dying Lord, 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 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, 5 Sinners, turn, while God is near! Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands, 6 Can ye doubt if God is love? 186. 4 P. M. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow 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; Through all the lands proclaim: 3 4 5 The year of Jubilee is come; Ye slaves of sin and hell Ye bankrupt debtors, know 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; 187. 1 P. M. SINNERS, will you scorn the message Every sentence-Oh, how tender! 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: Chase away the falling tears. 4 False professors, grov'ling worldlings, Take the warnings they afford. 5 O ye angels, hovering round us, Glad the message will obey. 188. (123.) S. M. Gospel invitation. LET ev'ry ear attend, And ev'ry heart rejoice; 2 Ho! all ye starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys 3 Here wisdom has prepar'd 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, 5 Rivers of mercy here In a rich ocean join; 6 The gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day: 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, 2 " My saints shall each a portion share, They are my chief, my constant care- 3"Both grace and glory I will give, With me my saints shall ever live, 4"And should a hundred thousand more, 5 Then, dearest Lord, let millions come, C. M. 190.My Son give me thy Heart. Prov. xxiii. 26 WHAT language now salutes the ear, And 'tis our Father's voice! |