2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come :

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But, see, there yet is room.

3 In Jesus' condescending heart
Both love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 Come, then, and with his people taste
The blessings of his love,
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

HYMN 261. L. M. [#]

Invitation.

1 COME, fellow sinners, come away;
Behold the fast-declining sun;
No longer in the market stay;

"Tis time our labours were begun.

2 O be not faithless in the Lord :

Whate'er is right we shall receive;
If we but hearken to his word,

He will immortal treasures give.

3 Lord, in thy vineyard we appear,
To labour in the works of love;
O may we be thy mercy's care,

Nor from thy precepts ever rove.

4 And when thy labourers all come home,
May each, with joy, thy goodness see;
Nor fault what boundless grace has done,
In setting man from bondage free.

HYMN 262. C. M. [#]

God is Love.

1 COME, ye that know and love the Lord,
And raise your thoughts above;
Let every heart and voice accord
To sing that God is Love.

2 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the Gift of gifts, appears
To show that God is Love.

3 Behold his patience bearing long
With those who from him rove,
Till mighty grace their hearts subdue,
To teach them God is Love.

4 O may we all, while here below,
This blessing well improve,
Till nobler praise, in brighter worlds,
Proclaim that God is Love.

HYMN 263. 7s. M. [#]

Christ's Invitations.

1 COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my path 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 weeping, 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:
Who the stings of guilt can bear?
5 Sinner, come; for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

HYMN 264. C. M. [#]

Invitation.

1 YE favoured children of the Lord, Ye loved, ye ransomed race, Come, listen to the cheering word Of our Redeemer's grace.

2 O come; attend the Saviour's call; He only life can give ;

His gracious voice proclaimed to all
Is, Come, believe, and live.

3 But man, regardless of his words,
From Jesus doth depart;

The joyful sound no life affords
His unbelieving heart.

4 Hasten, O God, that glorious day,
In thine own plan designed,

When thou wilt take the veil away
From each benighted mind.

5 Then sinners shall with grateful hearts
The Saviour's name adore ;
And carnal mind, with subtle arts,
Shall tempt their souls no more.

HYMN 265. C. M. [#]
Angelic Invitation.

1 SEE the kind angels at the gates,
Inviting us to come;

There Jesus, the Forerunner, waits,
To welcome pilgrims home.

2 There, on a green and flowery mount, Our weary souls shall sit,

And with transporting joys recount
The labours of our feet.

3 No vain discourse shall fill our tongue, Nor trifles vex our ear;

Infinite grace shall be our song,
And heaven rejoice to hear.

4 Eternal glory to the King

That brought us safely through; Our tongue shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew.

HYMN 266. L. M. [#]

Jesus' Call.

1 COME, all ye weary, fainting souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come;

I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And lead you to my heavenly home.
2 Ye shall find rest, that 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 rule and guide us at thy will.

HYMN 267. 8 & 7s. M. [#]

Call to Zion.

1 PRAISE to God, the great Creator,
Bounteous Source of every joy,
He whose hand upholds all nature,
He whose word can all destroy!
Saints, with pious zeal attending,
Now the grateful tribute raise;
Solemn songs, to heaven ascending,
Join the universal praise.

2 Here indulge each grateful feeling;
Lowly bend with contrite souls;
Here, his milder grace revealing,
Here no peal of thunder rolls:
Lo, the sacred page before us
Bears the promise of his love,