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.

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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.

be

4 O may these heavenly pages

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.