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By thine own life-giving Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
C. M. 242. Scotch PARAPHRASES.
“He was despised.” Isaiah 53. 1 The Saviour comes! no outward
pomp Bespeaks his presence nigh; No earthly beauty shines in him,
To draw the carnal eye.
Amidst the desert grows,
The heavenly Saviour rose.
Behold a man of woe!
Through all his life below.
In patient silence stood!
When brought to shed its blood. 5 'Midst sinners low in dust he lay;
The rich a grave supplied ; Unspotted was his blameless life;
Unstained by sin he died.
And baffle all his foes ;
conqueror he rose.
L. M. 243.
BOWRING. Jesus preaching the Gospel. i How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
And joy and reverence filled the place! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Come, wanderers, to my Father's home, Come, all ye weary ones, and rest!” Yes! sacred Teacher, we will come, Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
4 Decay, then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride, decay!
Invitations of the Gospel.
1 Let every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
Who feed upon the wind,
To fill an empty mind,
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
The rich provision taste.
And pine away and die; Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
Stand open night and day ;
And drive our wants away.
78. M. 245. Mrs. BARBAULD
Invitations of Jesus. i COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths 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!
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Watch to see the morning rise ; 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
1 Come unto
who mourn, With guilt and fears opprest, Resign to me the willing heart,
And I will give you rest.
2 Take up my yoke, and learn of me,
A meek and lowly mind;
Repose and peace shall find.
3 For light and gentle is my yoke,
The burden I impose
Beneath a load of woes.
Weary Souls invited to Christ.
i Come, weary souls, with sin distressed,
Come, and accept the promised rest;
2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes to God;
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes ; Pardon 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;
And bless the kind, inviting voice.
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;
And raise you to my heavenly home.
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,