By thine own life-giving Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.
"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.
2 Fair as a beauteous, tender flower
Amidst the desert grows,
So, slighted and despised by man,
The heavenly Saviour rose.
3 Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a man of woe!
Grief was his close companion still,
Through all his life below.
4 Wronged and oppressed, how meekly he
In patient silence stood!
Mute as the peaceful, harmless lamb,
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.
6 He with the great shall share the spoil,
And baffle all his foes;
Though, ranked with sinners, here he fell,
A conqueror he rose.
Jesus preaching the Gospel.
1 How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gathered round,
And joy and reverence filled the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers' way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3 "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!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepared the way.
Invitations of the Gospel.
1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
Who feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive, with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind,—
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
5 The happy gates of Gospel grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
1 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!
3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, whose swoln and 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:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
1 COME unto me, all ye who
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;
And thus your weary, troubled souls
Repose and peace shall find.
3 For light and gentle is my yoke,
The burden I impose
Shall ease the heart which groaned before
Beneath a load of woes.
Weary Souls invited to Christ.
1 COME, weary souls, with sin distressed,
Come, and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes to 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;
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;
We come with trembling; yet rejoice,
And bless the kind, inviting voice.
5 Great Saviour, let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
May that sweet influence in our breast
Prepare us for thy heavenly rest.
"Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me."
1 COME hither, all ye weary souls;
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;
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 form and guide them at thy will.
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