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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,
A

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.

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.

C. M.

244.

WATTS.

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.

246.

Scotch PARAPHRASES.

Christ's Invitation.

1 Come unto

me,
all
ye

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.

247.

MRS. STEELE.

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.
248.

Watts.
“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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