4 Fill with inviolable peace, 'Stablish and keep my settled heart; L. M. 387. C. WESLEY. The unspeakable Riches of Christ's Grace. 1 "COME, all ye souls by sin oppressed, Ye restless wanderers after rest, Ye poor and maimed and halt and blind, In me a hearty welcome find.” 2 Such is the Saviour's gracious call, My soul, no more refuse to embrace 3 A pardon written with his blood, 4 The godly fear, the pleasing smart, 5 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress, The genuine, meek humility; The wonder, "Why such love to me?" 6 The o'erwhelming power of saving grace, The sight that veils the seraph's face, The speechless awe that dares not move, That all commanding name; 2 I bow at thy commands, And filial homage pay; With heart and life, with tongue and hands. I'll cheerfully obey. 3 No more will I transgress, As I too oft have done; 4 Do thou the strength impart Lord, write thy laws upon my heart, 8, 7, & 4s. M. 389. ANONYMOUS. "Whosoever will, let him come." 1 "COME!" the Saviour's voice is calling; He is willing, - doubt no more. 2 Let not conscience make you linger, 'T is the Spirit's struggling beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden; Wait not, 't is your Saviour's call; If you tarry till you 're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous, Sinners, Jesus came to call. C. M. 390. BP. MIDDLETON. Regret for Past Neglects. 1 As o'er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh? 2 'T is that I mourn departed days, The world, and worldly things beloved, 3 Yet, Holy Father! wild despair Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer: That grace can do the rest. 4 My life's brief remnant all be thine; Bids me this fleeting breath resign, S. M. 391. For Help in Temptation. C. WESLEY 1 THOU seest my feebleness; 2 Give me to trust in thee; 3 Myself I cannot save, But strength in thee I surely have, 4 My soul to thee alone, 1 2 For always, I commend; O take me, Father, for thine own, S. M. 392. FROM THE SPANISH, VARIED. Come, wandering Sheep! COME, wandering sheep! O come! I saw thee stray forlorn, And heard thee faintly cry; And on the tree of shame and scorn, 3 I'll shield thee from alarms, I'll fold thee in my peaceful arms; 4 Thou conquerest, Love divine! 7s. M. 393. ILSLEY. "Follow me." 1 VOYAGER on life's troubled sea, Turn from earthly things away, 2 Traveller on the road of life! 3 Wanderer from thy Father's throne, |