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.

INVITATIONS.

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.

In

your

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. [#]

Invitation.

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.

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.