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The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
Ye happy souls, draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face.
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest;
Ye mournful souls, be glad. 31. Sinners invited to God. Isaiah lv. 1. (L. M.) 1 LTO! every one that thirsts, draw nigh,
IT 'Tis God invites the fallen race;
Mercy and free salvation buy,
Buy wine and milk, and gospel grace. 2 Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.
3 See, from the rock, a fountain rise!
For you in healing streams it rolls ;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye labouring, burden'd, sin-sick souls.
4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give;
Leave all you have, and are, behind;
Frankly the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 32. The same. Mark xi. 17. (P. M.) 1 NOME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore !
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join'd with power;
He is able,
He is willing: doubt no more!
2 Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome!
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh ;-
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you ;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous, -
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo, your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
· Hear him cry before he dies,
“ It is finish'd !" ·
Sinners, will not this suffice?
6 Lo, th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood :
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude ;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
7. Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb:
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name,
Hallelujah! Sinners here may sing the same. 133. There yet is room. Luke xiva 22. (P. M. 1 VE dying sons of men,
1 Immerg'd in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty come,
In Jesu's arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame :
All things are ready, sinners, come,
For every trembling soul there's room. 8 Believe the heavenly word,
His messengers proclaim; .
He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is his name :
Backsliding souls, return, and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compelld by bleeding love,
Ye wandering sheep, draw near;
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will now come :
In mercy's arms there still is room,
534. The Gospel Trumpet. (P.M.)
1 L ARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,
11 Thro' the wide earth the echo bounds;
Pardon and peace by Jesu's blood,
Sinners are reconcild to God,
And led into the heav'nly road,
By grace divine !
2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news,
Nor longer dare the grace refuse;
Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
While boundless love in ev'ry line,
Invites you near.
3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre:
Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire :
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim,
And spread abroad his matchless fame;
For ever worthy is the Lamb,
Of endless praise.
535. The Gospel, good Tidings. (P.M.) 1 O JESUS, our Lord, thy name be ador'd, V, For all the rich blessings convey'd throug
thy word. 2 In spirit we trace thy wonders of grace,
And cheerfully join in a concert of praise. 3 The ancient of days his glory displays,
And shines on his chosen with cherishing rays 4 The trumpet of God is sounding abroad,
The language of mercy, salvation thro' blood.
Thrice happy are they who hear and obey,
And share in the blessings of this gospel day.
The people who know the Saviour below,
With cheerful affection to worship him glow.
This blessing be mine, through favour divine;
But, O my Redeemer, the glory be thine.
The work is of grace, thine, thine be the praise,
And mine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways.
36. Invitation. (C. M.)
1 MOME, guilty souls, and flee away,
Like doves, to Jesu's wounds ;
This is the welcome gospel day,
Wherein free grace abounds.
2 God lov'd the church, and gave his Son
To drink the cup of wrath :
And Jesus says, he'll cast out none,
That come to him by faith.
37. Free Grace. (C. M.).
TREE grace to ev'ry heav'n born soul,
Will be a constant theme;
Long as eternal ages roll,
We'll still adore the Lamb.
Free grace alone can wipe the tears.
From our lamenting eyes,
Can raise our souls from guilty fears,
To joy that never dies.
Free grace can death itself out-brave,
And take its sting away,
Can souls unto the utmost save,
And them to heav'n convey.