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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. [#]


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. [#]


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,

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