113 C. M. Doddridge.

831. o Lord, say unto my soul, I am thy Salvation,'

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Psalm xxxv. 3.

ALVATION!-Oh, melodious sound
To wretched dying men!
Salvation that from God proceeds,
And leads to God again.

2 Rescued from hell's eternal gloom,
From fiends, and fires, and chains;
Rais'd to a paradise of bliss,

Where love triumphant reigns!

3 But may a poor bewilder'd soul,
Sinful and weak as mine,
Presume to raise a trembling eye
To blessings so divine.

4 The lustre of so bright a bliss
My feeble heart o'erbears;
And unbelief almost perverts
The promise into tears.

5 My Saviour God, no voice but thine
These dying hopes can raise :
Speak thy salvation to my soul,
And turn my prayer to praise.

SCRIPTURE INVITATIONS AND PROMISES.
114 First Part. L. M. Dr. S. Stennett.

832. God reasoning with Me n, Isaiah i. 18.
COME, sinners,' saith the mighty God,

Heinous as all your crimes have been;

'Lo! I descend from mine abode 'To reason with the sons of men.

2 'No clouds of darkness veil my face,
'No vengeful lightnings flash around:
'I come with terms of life and peace;
'Where sin hath reign'd let grace abound.'

3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call,
And to thy gracious sceptre bow;
Oh! make our crimson sins like wool,
Our scarlet crimes as white as snow.

4 So shall our thankful lips repeat
Thy praises with a tuneful voice,
While, humbly prostrate at thy feet,
We wonder, tremble, and rejoice.

832.

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114 (Second Part.) L. M.

Seek ye my Face, Psalm xxvii. 8. EHOVAH speaks; Seek ye my face!' My soul admires the wondrous grace: I'll seek thy face-thy Spirit give!

O let me see thy face and live.

2 I'll wait; perhaps my Lord may come;
(If I turn back, how sad my doom!)
And, begging, in his way I'll lie
Till the sweet hour he passeth by.
3 Daily I'll seek, with cries and tears,
With secret sighs, and fervent pray'rs;
And, if not heard-I'll weeping sit,
And perish at the Saviour's feet.

4 But canst thou, Lord! see all my pain,
And bid me seek thy face in vain?
Thou wilt not, canst not, me deceive,-
The soul that seeks thy face shall live.

833.

115

(First Part.) 8.7.4.

• Come and welcome to Jesus Christ, Isaiah lv. 1.

1 COM

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OME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore!

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity join'd with power:

He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more.

Come, ye thirsty! come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify:

True belief, and true repentance,

Every grace that brings us nigh

Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.

Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;

'Tis his Spirit's rising beam.

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Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,-

Sinners Jesus came to call.
View him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies!
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry, before he dies,
'It is finish'd!"

Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name:
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same. 833. 115 (Second Part.) 8. 7. 4. Mr. Fountain, one of the Missionaries in Bengal.

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The Gospel Message; or, Reconciliation to God. 1 INNERS, you are now address'd In the name of Christ our Lord; He hath sent a message to you, Pay attention to his word;

He hath sent it,

Pay attention to his word.

2 Think what you have all been doing,
Think what rebels you have been;
You have spent you lives in nothing
But in adding sin to sin;

All your actions

One continued scene of sin.

3 Yet your long-abused Sovereign

Sends to you a message mild,
Loth to execute his vengeance,
Prays you to be reconcil'd;
Hear him woo you,—

Sinners, now be reconcil'd.

4 Pardon, now, is freely publish'd
Through the Mediator's blood;
Who hath died to make atonemen

And appease the wrath of God!
Wondrous mercy!

See, it flows through Jesus' blood!
5 In his name, you are entreated
To accept this act of grace;
This the day of your acceptance,
Listen to the terms of peace:

O delay not,

Listen to the terms of peace.

6 Having thus, then, heard the message, All with heav'nly mercy fraught; Go and tell the gracious Jesus

If you will be sav'd or not:

Say, poor sinner!

Will you now be sav'd or not?

834.

116

(First Part.) C. M. Fawcett.

Let the wicked forsake his way, &c. Isaiah lv. 7. INNERS, the voice of God regard;

1 SINTis mercy speaks to-day;

He calls you, by his sovereign word,
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;

A thousand stings within your breast
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere?

Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?

4 Why will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go!

In pain you travel all your days
To reap immortal wo!

5 But he that turns to God shall live
Through his abounding grace:
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.

6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;

Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; He pardons like a God;

He will forgive your numerous faults,
Through the Redeemer's blood.

116 (Second Part.) L. M.

834. The Angels hastened Lot, Gen. xix. 15.—I made

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haste, and delayed not, Ps. cxix. 60.
ASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,

And stay not for the morrow's sun!
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.

2 O hasten mercy to implore,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy season should be o'er
Before this evening's stage be run.
3 O hasten, sinner, to return,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn
Before the needful work is done.
4 O hasten, sinner, to be blest,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest
Before the morrow is begun.

5 O Lord, do thou the sinner turn!
Now rouse him from his senseless state!
O let him not thy counsel spurn,
Nor rue his fatal choice too late.

117 L. M. Steele.

835. Weary Souls invited to rest, Matt. xi. 28.

1 COME

OME, weary souls, with sins distrest, Come, and accept the promis'd rest; The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load; O come, and spread your woes abroad; 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; ardon, and life, and endless peace; How rich the gift! how free the grace! 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart The hope thy gracious words impart;