8s & 4s. 2 'Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar: And vengeance is no more. 3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, Glad heaven aloud proclaims ; With eager rapture, claims. 4 Far, far to distant lands The saving news shall spread ; In glorious triumph lead. 159 The Gospel Trumpet. By grace divine ! Nor longer dare the grace refuse ; T' invite you near. Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire; L. M. 160 Christ's Invitation to Sinners. Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest, who learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind; And pride is restless as the 'wind. My yoke, and bear it with delight; 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 mould and guide us at thy will. 7s. 161 FROM the cross uplifted high, Come and welcome, sinner, come! Why beneath thy burdens groan? Come and welcome, sinner, come! 3 Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest dainties stored ; Never from his house to roam; Come and welcome, sinner, come. 4 Soon the days of life shall end Lo, I come--your Saviour, Friend! 7s. 162 Christ's Invitation to Sinners. Jesus Christ can give you rest. Precious hours and years laid waste ; Jesus Christ can still forgive. 3 Fainting souls, in peril's hour, Yield not to the tempter's power; Jesus Christ now reigns on high. 163 C. M. Attend the heavenly sound; Hope smiles reviving round. Here, streams of bounty flow; To banish mortal wo. 3 Ye sinners, come—'tis mercy's voice; That gracious voice obey ; And can you yet delay? 4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly, And drink—and never die 7s. 164 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice, Weary pilgrims! hither come. 2 Hither come-for here is found Balm for every bleeding wound, 165 C. M. And fear eternal wo, This hour to Jesus go! Will all your fears remove; A sovereign balm shall prove. 3 His conquering grace shall set you free From sin's oppressive chains, From Satan's hateful tyranny, And everlasting pains. 4 Come then, ye heavy-laden-come! His instant help implore: There's room for millions more. L. M. 166 Invitation to the Heavy-laden. And cast your gloomy fears away. your God! Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt-and heal your woes; Here's pardon, life, and endless peace How rich the gift!-how free the grace! 167 C. M. His mercy speaks to-day; From sin's destructive way. You live devoid of peace; Deprive your souls of ease. Of sin and folly go? To reap immortal wo! Through his abounding grace: |