3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, whose weeping, sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;-
4 Ye by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
Who the stings of guilt can bear?
5 Sinner, come; for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

HYMN 264. C. M. [#]

Invitation.

1 YE favoured children of the Lord, Ye loved, ye ransomed race, Come, listen to the cheering word Of our Redeemer's grace.

2 O come; attend the Saviour's call; He only life can give;

His gracious voice proclaimed to all
Is, Come, believe, and live.

3 But man, regardless of his words,
From Jesus doth depart;

The joyful sound no life affords
His unbelieving heart.

4 Hasten, O God, that glorious day, In thine own plan designed,

When thou wilt take the veil away
From each benighted mind.

5 Then sinners shall with grateful hearts
The Saviour's name adore;
And carnal mind, with subtle arts,
Shall tempt their souls no more.

HYMN 265. C. M. [#]
Angelic Invitation.

1 SEE the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come;

There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits,
To welcome pilgrims home.

2 There, on a green and flowery mount, Our weary souls shall sit,

And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.

*3 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, Nor trifles vex our ear;

Infinite grace shall be our song,
And heaven rejoice to hear.

4 Eternal glory to the King

That brought us safely through; Our tongue shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew.

HYMN 266. L. M. [#]

Jesus' Call.

1 COME, all ye weary, fainting souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come;

I'll give you rest from all your toils, And lead you to my heavenly home. 2 Ye shall find rest, that learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3 Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight: My yoke is easy to his neck;

My grace shall make the burden light.

4 Jesus, we come at thy command,

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,

To rule and guide us at thy will.

HYMN 267.

8 & 7s. M. [#] .

Call to Zion.

1 PRAISE to God, the great Creator,
Bounteous Source of every joy,
He whose hand upholds all nature,
He whose word can all destroy !
Saints, with pious zeal attending,
Now the grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs, to heaven ascending,
Join the universal praise.

2 Here indulge each grateful feeling;
Lowly bend with contrite souls;
Here, his milder grace revealing,
Here no peal of thunder rolls:
Lo, the sacred page before us
Bears the promise of his love,

Full of mercy to restore us, Mercy beaming from above. 3 Every secret fault confessing,

Deed unrighteous, thought of sin,
Seize, O seize the proffered blessing,
Grace from God, and peace within!
Heart and voice with rapture swelling,
Still the song of glory raise;
On the theme immortal dwelling,
Join the universal praise.

THE SCRIPTURES.

HYMN 268. C. M. [#]

Excellency of Scripture.

1 FATHER of mercies, in thy word
What endless glory shines;
Forever be thy name adored,
For these celestial lines.

2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;

Riches above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a rich repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
Invite the longing taste.

4 O may these heavenly pages be
My study and delight;

And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.

5 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord,
Be thou forever near;

Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.

HYMN 269. C. M. [#]
The Scriptures.

1 LADEN with guilt, and full of fears,
I come to thee, my Lord;
For not a ray of hope appears
But in thy holy word.

2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
In every sacred page.

3 Here living water gently flows,
To wash me from my sin;
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.

4 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where sense and reason fail;
My guide to everlasting life,
Through all this gloomy vale.

5 May thy wise counsels, O my God,
These roving feet command,
Lest I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.