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HYMN 140. c. M.

The Gospel invitation.

LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;
Eternal wisdom hath prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join ;

Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
O drive our wants away!

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"Look unto me and be ye saved."
FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my raptur'd ear!
"Love's redeeming work is done;
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Lo! the incarnate God ascended
Pleads the virtue of his blood;
Rest entirely on his merits,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

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.

HYMN 143. L. M.

"Ho! every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters."

HO! every one that thirsts, draw nigh;
'Tis God invites the fallen race,

Mercy and free salvation buy;

Buy wine, and milk, and saving grace.

Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find my grace is free for all.

See from the rock a fountain rise!
For you in healing streams it rolls;
Money you need not bring nor price,
Ye labouring, heavy-laden souls.

Nothing ye in exchange shall give;
Leave all you have, and are, behind;
Freely the gift of God receive;
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

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HYMN 144. L. m.

"Come unto me, all ye that are weary.”
COME, weary souls, with sin distrest,
Come, and accept the promis'd rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes abroad;
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
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!
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 Blest Saviour, let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

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HYMN 145. L. M.

"There is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth."

WHO can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise,
To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born?

With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

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The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he form'd anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.
HYMN 146. c. M.

Waiting at Wisdom's gates.

ENSNAR'D too long our hearts have been
In Folly's hurtful ways;

O may we now at length begin
To hear what Wisdom says!
'Tis Jesus, from the mercy-seat,
Invites us to his rest;

He calls the weary to his feet,
To make them truly blest.

Approach we then to Wisdom's gates,
While it is call'd to-day ;

No one who watches there, and waits,
Shall e'er be turn'd away.

He will not let us seek in vain;
For all who trust his word
Shall everlasting life obtain,
And favour from the Lord.

HYMN 147. L. M.

"Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.”

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LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

Life is the hour that God has given
To escape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of
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Secure the blessings of its stay.