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L. M.

Christ's Invitation to Sinners.

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 the 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 mould and guide us at thy will.

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Yet there is Room.

1 COME, sinner, to the gospel feast;
O, come without delay;

For there is room in Jesus' breast
For all who will obey.

WATTS.

HUNTINGDON'S COL.

2 There's room in God's eternal love
To save thy precious soul;
Room in the Spirit's grace above
To heal and make thee whole.

3 There's room within the church, redeemed
With blood of Christ divine;

Room in the white-robed throng, convened,
For that dear soul of thine.

4 There's room in heaven among the choir
And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of victory there,
And joys that ne'er were told.

5 There's room around thy Father's board
For thee and thousands more:
O, come and welcome to the Lord;
Yea, come this very hour.

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EPIS. COL.

The Gospel adapted to give Peace and Rest. 1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught the rocks the notes of woe; Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold, the precious balm is found, To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed; Unburden here thy weighty load; Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Saviour. glorious word! Forever love and praise the Lord.

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Yet there is Room.

1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,

Where Mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.

2 There Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls-he bids you come :
Though guilt restrains, and fear alarms,
Behold, there yet is room.

3 0, come, and with his children taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope expects the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

4 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In songs on earth unknown.

STEELE

5 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:

Ye longing souls, the grace adore,
And enter while there's room.

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L. M.

Rest for the weary Penitent. 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 sin, a painful load, O, come and spread your woes abroad: Divine compassion, mighty love, 'Will all the painful load remove.

STEELE.

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 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
O, sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

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C. M.

The Gospel Trumpet.

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,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind, -

WATTS.

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that 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.

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C. M.

The Saviour's Invitation.

1 THE Saviour calls; let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss, impart,
To banish mortal woe.

3 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice;
That gracious voice obey;
"Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys;
And can you yet delay ?

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STEELE.

4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

C. M.

All Things ready.

1 THE King of heaven his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board:

Not Paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.

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2 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from your most obscure retreats,
And grace shall find you room.

3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 Yet are his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come;
Nor could the whole assembled world
O'erfill the spacious room.

5 All things are ready; come away,
Nor weak excuses frame:
Come, taste the dainties of the feast,
And bless the Master's name.

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C. M.

Mutual Invitation.

1 COME, let us join our souls to God
In everlasting bands,

And seize the blessings he bestows
With eager hearts and hands.

2 Come, let us to his temple haste,
And seek his favor there,
Before his footstool humbly bow,
And offer fervent prayer.

MONTGOMERY.

3 Come, let us share, without delay,
The blessings of his grace;
Nor shall the years of distant life
Their memory e'er efface.

4 O, may our children ever haste
To seek their fathers' God,
Nor e'er forsake the happy path
Their fathers' feet have trod.

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Come and welcome.

426.

1 FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!
"Love's redeeming work is done;
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid;
Bow the knee, embrace the Son;
Come and welcome, sinner, come.

6 L.

HAWEIS.

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