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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?
For ev'ry humble guest.
He calls, he bids you come!
But see, lirere yet is room!
There love and pity meet:
That trembles at his feet.]
Invites your souls to come:
And kindly welcom'd home.]
The blessings of his love:
Of nobler joys above.
Before th’ eternal throne,
yet ten thousand thousand more
C. M. 199. Youth invited to love Christ. Prov. viii. 17. 1 E hearts with youthful vigour warm,
In smiling crowds, draw near;
A Saviour's voice to hear.
Stoops to converse with you;
Your friendship to pursue.
Is sure my love to gain;
Shall never seek in vain.”
If once compar’d with thee?
Like what in Christ I see?
Vain tempters of the mind! 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here true bliss I find.
And knocks at every door!
To satisfy the poor.
To bring you to my rest:-
3 “Will you despise my bleeding love,
And choose the way to hell? Or in the glorious realms above,
With me for ever dwell?
Have I in judgment come;
And bring lost sinners home.
And bear eternal pain?
With me for ever reign? 6 « Say_will you hear my gracious yoice,
And have your sins forgiven?
And bar yourselves from heaven?” 201.
Nor is thy gospel weak;
And heal the dying Greek.
Does thy salvation flow;
The lofty or the low.
The poor may take their share;
To perish in despair.
He'll form your souls anew;
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?
Unmov'd and cold remain?
Must mercy plead in vain? 9 Shall Jesus for admission sue
His charming voice unheard?
Remain for ever barr'a
The lodging has possest;
Against the heav'nly guest.
Dear Saviour, enter in,
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.
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!
This matchless kindness to his foes! : But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need;
With garments dy'd on Calvary.
Turn out his enemy and thine,
And let the heavenly stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn,
His feet departed ne'er return;
C. M. 205. The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &o. 1 BEHOLD the wretch whose lust and winc
Had wasted his estate,
To taste the husks they eat!
I starve in foreign lands,
And bounteous are his hands.
Fall down before his face,