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HYMN 257. C. M. [#]

Gospel Trumpet.
1 Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds

With an inviting voice.
2 Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind, -
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast,
And bids our longing appetites

The rich provision taste.
4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry.
5 Dear Lord, the treasures of thy love

Are everlasting mines,
Deeper than all our miseries are,

More boundless than our sins. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day ;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away.


HYMN 258. C. M. [#]

Christ's Invitation. 1 The Saviour calls ! let

every ear Attend the heavenly sound : Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;

Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart,

Here streams of bounty flow; And life, and health, and bliss impart

To banish mortal wo. 3 There springs of sacred pleasure rise

To ease your every pain ;
Immortal fountain, full supplies !

Nor shall you thirst in vain. 4 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice;

The gracious call obey ;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,

And can you yet delay? 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,

And drink, and never die.

HYMN 259. S. M. [#]

Saviour's Voice.
1 HEAR what a Saviour's voice,

To sinners, does proclaim ;
O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice

Redeemer's name.
2 Where sin and death have reigned,

And all their power employed,
There is his love and light maintained,

And heavenly truth enjoyed.
3 The needy, starving poor

Are filled with living bread ;
The opening of the prison door

Proclaims the captive freed.
4 The thirsty, panting soul,

That longs for springs of grace,
Beholds celestial waters roll,

And floods of righteousness.
5 My God, my Saviour too,

I would thy love proclaim,
Partake of what is brought to view,

And sing thy glorious name.

HYMN 260. C. M. [b or # ]

Gospel Invitations. 1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,

Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store

For every humble guest.

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. [#]

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.

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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.

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