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By thine own life-giving Spirit,

Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,

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.
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,

conqueror he rose.

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L. M. 243.

BOWRING. Jesus preaching the Gospel. i 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.


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.

C. M.



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.

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!
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.

C. M.



Christ's Invitation.

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;
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.

L. M.



Weary Souls invited to Christ.

i 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.

L. M.

“Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me.”
i 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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