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Was ever rebel courted so,

In groans of an expiring God? 6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands,

Hands that were nail'd to torturing sinart; “By these dear wounds,” says he; and stands, And

prays to clasp mie to his heart. ý Sure I must love; or are my ears

Still deaf, or will my passions move?
Lord! melt this stubborn heart to tears;
This heart shall yield to death or love.

C. M.
198. And yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22.
1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,

For ev'ry humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;

He calls, he bids you come!
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,

But see, lirere yet is room!
3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;

There love and pity meet:
Nor will he bid the soul depart,

That trembles at his feet.]
(4 In him the Father reconcil'd,

Invites your souls to come:
The rebel shall be call'd a child,

And kindly welcom'd home.]
5 O come, and with his children taste

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

Of nobler joys above.
6 There, with united heart and voice

Before th’ eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.


yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Telonging souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room!

C. M. 199. Youth invited to love Christ. Prov. viii. 17. 1 E hearts with youthful vigour warm,

In smiling crowds, draw near;
And turn from ev'ry mortal charm,

A Saviour's voice to hear.
lle, Lord of all the worlds on high,

Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,

Your friendship to pursue.
3 - The soul that longs to see my face,

Is sure my love to gain;
And those that early seek my grace,

Shall never seek in vain.”
4 What object, Lord, my soul should move,

If once compar’d with thee?
What beauty should command my love,

Like what in Christ I see?
5 Away, ye false, delusive toys,

Vain tempters of the mind! 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,

And here true bliss I find.



C. M.
AMAZING sight, the Savious stands

And knocks at every door!
Ten thousand blessings in his hands

To satisfy the poor.
2 “Behold,” he saith, “I bleed and die

To bring you to my rest:-
Hear sinners, while I'm passing by,
And be for ever blest.

3 “Will you despise my bleeding love,

And choose the way to hell? Or in the glorious realms above,

With me for ever dwell?
4 “Not to condemu your wretched race

Have I in judgment come;
But to display unbounded grace,

And bring lost sinners home.
5 “ Will you go down to endless night,

And bear eternal pain?
Or in the glorious realms of light

With me for ever reign? 6 « Say_will you hear my gracious yoice,

And have your sins forgiven?
Or will you make that wretched choice,

And bar yourselves from heaven?201.

C. M.
JESUS, thy blessings are not iew,

Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,

And heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,

Does thy salvation flow;
si is not confin’d to sex or age,

The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,

The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence

To perish in despair.
Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,

He'll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart have room

For rebels such as you. 202.

C. M. 1 AND will the Lord thus condescend To visit sinful worms?

Thus at the door shall mercy stand

In all her winning forms?
2 Surprising grace!--and shall my heart

Unmov'd and cold remain?
Has this hard rock no tender part?

Must mercy plead in vain? 9 Shall Jesus for admission sue

His charming voice unheard?
And this vile heart, his rightful due,

Remain for ever barr'a
Tis sin, alas, with tyrant pow'r,

The lodging has possest;
And crowds of traitors bar the door

Against the heav'nly guest.
5 Ye dang’rous inmates, hence depart:

Dear Saviour, enter in,
And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

L. M. 203.

Jer. xxxi. 18-20. 1 RETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek an injur'd Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn,

Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern,

His hand shall heal thine inward smart. S Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn

How freely Jesus can forgive. Return, O wanderer, return,

And wipe away the falling tear: 'Tis God who says, “ No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

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L. M. 204.

Behold, I stand at the door. Rev. iii. 20 BEHOLD a stranger at the door!

He gently knocks,—has knock'l before, Hath waited long-is waiting still:

You treat no other friend so ill. 2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands

With melting heart and loaded hands!
Oh, matchless kindness! and he shows

This matchless kindness to his foes! : But will he prove a friend indeed?

He will; the very friend you need;
The friend of sinners--yes, 'tis He,

With garments dy'd on Calvary.
4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine;

Turn out his enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin,

And let the heavenly stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn,

His feet departed ne'er return;
Admit him, or the hour's at hand,
You'll at his door rejected stand.

C. M. 205. The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &o. 1 BEHOLD the wretch whose lust and winc

Had wasted his estate,
He begs a share among the swine,

To taste the husks they eat!
% “I die with hunger here, (he cries,)

I starve in foreign lands,
My father's house has large supplies,

And bounteous are his hands.
S “I'll go, and with a mournful tongue,

Fall down before his face,

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