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Long hath he sought for you though 2 Who would still such mercy grieve?

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Shuts not the door of grace to-day;
I'll first enjoy some carnal pleasure."
No, God forbid! if you are wise,
Grace, offer'd now, do not despise.
Who slights to-day the invitation,
May ever miss of his salvation.
Come now to Jesus, come and live;
To-day he sinners doth receive.

11 Draw me, a sinner, unto thee, Thou sinner's Friend, thou gracious Saviour;

Grant I, and all may ardently
Desire thy pardon, grace and favor.
When sin assails, and gives us smart,
Show us thy wounded, loving heart;
May none, who feels sin's condemnation,
Neglect thy gen'rous invitation,
But all experience and believe
That Jesus sinners doth receive!

237. T. 205. SINNERS! come, the Saviour see, Hands, feet, side, and temples view; See him bleeding on the tree,

See his heart is pierc'd for you! View awhile, then haste away, Find a thousand more, and say, Come, ye sinners, come with me, View him bleeding on the tree. I

Sinners! hear instruction mild,
Doubt no more, but now believe,

Each become a little child;
Artful doubts and reas'nings be
Nail'd with Jesus to the tree;
Mourning souls, who simple are,
Surely shall the blessing share.
3 Thro' his poverty, the poor
May eternal riches gain;
Open'd is heav'n's mercy-door,

None that comes, need come in vain.
Here now freely take who will,
Each poor sinner take his fill;
Rich in grace hereby commence,
Blush no more for indigence.
They who search their hearts with

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care,

And the blame their own confess, In the Lamb's redemption share,

To his wounds have free access.

They, who deem'd themselves the chief
Of all sinners, and receive
Full forgiveness, peace and rest,
Pard'ning grace can relish best.
5 Cover'd with a holy shame,

Pardon'd sinners they remain :
Yet their freedom they proclaim,

Their adoption they maintain.
Soon as we begin to cease
Trusting in our righteousness,
Ceases the tormenting strife,
All within is peace and life.

238. T. 585.

COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched.

Weak and wounded, sick and sore Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and pow'r : He is able, :||:

He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh,
Without money, :||:

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall,
If ye tarry till ye're better,
Ye will never come at all,
Not the righteous, :||:
Sinners Jesus came to call.

you linger,

4 Let not conscience make
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 glimm'ring beam.
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!" :||:
Sinner, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
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.

239. T. 591.

SINNER, hear thy Saviour's call,
He now is passing by;
He hath seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry:
He hath pardon to impart,

Grace to save thee from thy fears;
See the love that fills his heart,

And wipe away thy tears.
2 Why art thou afraid to come,
And tell him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face:
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?
Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Who, to save thy soul from hell,

Hath shed his precious blood?

3 Think how on the cross he hung,

Pierc'd with a thousand wounds!
Hark, from each as with a tongue
The voice of pardon sounds!
See, from all his bursting veins,
Blood, of wondrous virtue, flow!
Shed to wash away thy stains,

And ransom thee from woe.
4 Tho' his majesty be great,
His mercy is no less;
Tho' he thy transgressions hate,
He feels for thy distress:
By himself the Lord hath sworn,
He delights not in thy death;
But invites thee to return,

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That thou may'st live by faith.
5 Raise thy downcast eyes, and see
What throngs his throne surround!
These, tho' sinners once like thee,..
Have full salvation found:
Yield not then to unbelief!

While he saith, "there yet is room;"
Tho' of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thee, come.

240. T. 22.

COME, sinners, to the gospel-feast;
Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest;
Not one of you need stay behind;
His gospel calleth to mankind.

2 Attend! the gospel trumpet sounds,
Calls sinners from earths farthest bounds;
The year of Jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Come all ye souls by sin opprest,
Ye wand'rers, who are seeking rest;
The poor, the maim'd, the halt, the blind,
With Christ a hearty welcome find.
4 The message as from God receive;
Ye all may come to Christ and live;
O let his love your hearts constrain,
Nor suffer him to die in vain!

5 His love is mighty to compel ;
His conqu❜ring love consent to feel:
Yield to his love's almighty pow'r,
And strive against your God no more.
6 See him set forth before your eyes,
A precious bleeding sacrifice!

His offer'd benefits embrace,
And freely now be sav'd by grace.

7 This is the time, no more delay;
This is the acceptable day:
Come in this moment, at his call,
And live for him, who dy'd for all!

T. 22.

241.
SINNERS, obey the Gospel word!
Haste to the supper of the Lord:
Be wise to know your gracious day!
All things are ready; come away!
2 Ready the Father is to own,
And kiss his late returning son:
Ready your loving Saviour stands,

15 In search of empty joys below,

Ye toil with unavailing strife: Whither, ah! whither would ye go? Christ hath the words of endless life.

6 To you he calls," my goodness
prove,

My promises for all are free:
O taste my everlasting love,

And let your souls delight in me."

243. T. 205.

SINNERS, hear the joyful news,
God, your Maker, is your Friend:
Think not, that his wrath pursues,
That his curses you attend.
"As I live." Jehovah saith,

And spreads for you his pierced hands... I do not desire your death,

3 Ready the Spirit to impart
Grace to subdue the stubborn heart;
To shed Christ's love in you abroad,
And witness you are born of God.
4 Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate:
All heav'n is ready to resound,
"The dead's alive, the lost is found!"
5 Come, sinners, to your gracious Lord,
Incline your ear, and hear his word;
His offer'd grace with joy receive,
Hear sinners, and your souls shall live.

242. T. 22.

HO! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh,

'Tis God invites man's fallen race; Salvation without money buy, Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace, 2 Come to the living waters, come, Sinners, obey your Maker's call; Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, God's grace in Christ is free for all. 3 Ye heavy laden, sin-sick souls, See from the Rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls From Jesus, made a sacrifice! 4 Nothing you in exchange need give; Leave all you are, and have, behind: Thankful the gift of God receive, Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

"Rather, rather would I see
"Each poor sinner turn to me."
2 O then turn to him, and live,
Turn to him with all your woe;
He is ready to forgive,

Ready blessings to bestow.
Outstretch'd see his arms of love,
Haste his tender heart to prove;
Haste, ye sinners, you will find,
Jesus casteth none behind.

244. T. 106.

YE sinners, in the gospel trace

The Friend and Saviour of mankind;
Not one of all th' apostate race,
But
in him salvation find.
may
His thoughts, his words,&actions prove,
His life and death-that God is love!
2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears
The sins of all the world away;
A servant's form he meekly wears,

His glory thro' a veil is seen,
He dwells within a house of clay :

And God with God, is man with men.

3 Behold our God incarnate stands, And calls his wand'ring creatures

home;

He all day long spreads out his hands;

Come, weary souls, to Jesus come: Tho' ye be e'er so much opprest, Believe, and he will give you rest.

4 Ah, do not of his goodness doubt,
His saving grace for all is free;
He saith, "I ne'er will cast him out,
Who as a sinner comes to me;
I can to none myself deny :"

4 Come, O my fellow sinners, come, Groaning beneath sin's pond'rous weight;

He calls you now, invites you home!
Come quickly, ere it be too late;

Come, sinners, come; why will ye die? Tho' foes protest, and friends repine,

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WHERE shall my wond'ring soul begin
While I to heav'nly songs aspire?
A slave redeem'd from death and sin,

A brand pluck'd from eternal fire; How shall I due thanksgivings raise, And sound my great Deliv'rer's praise! 2 O how shall I the goodness tell Saviour, which thou hast shown to me?

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That I, a child of wrath and hell

A happy child of God should be;

He dy'd for crimes like your's and mine.

5 For you the healing current flow'd From the Redeemer's wounded side; Languish'd for you th' eternal God, For you the Prince of glory dy'd! Believe, your sins shall be forgiv❜n; Only believe, and your's is Heav'n.

247. T. 11.

Now begin the heav'nly theme,
Praise ye Jesus' saving name;
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love.

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace
Beaming in the Saviour's face;
As to heav'n ye onward move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
Jesus will your guilt remove,
Prompted by redeeming love.

Willing slaves of death and sin;
4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome all by sin opprest,
Welcome all to Jesus Christ;
Nothing brought him from above,

Should know, should feel my sins for- Nothing but redeeming love.

giv’n,

And that I am an heir of heav'n!

3 Outcasts of men, to you I call,

Harlots and publicans, believe;
He spreads his arms t'embrace you all,
Repenting sinners he'll receive:
No need of him the righteous have,
He came the lost to seek and save.

6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, His tremendous foes and our's, From their cursed empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love.

7 Sing, ye ransom'd, to his praise, Tune your songs to grateful lays; Mortals, join the hosts above, Join to praise redeeming love.

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Repentance unto Life.

250.* T. 132. LORD Jesus Christ, my sov'reign

Good,

Thou fountain of salvation! Behold how sin's most dreadful load Fills me with condemnation. My sins indeed are numberless; O Lord, regard my deep distress, Relieve my guilty conscience. 2 In pity look upon my need,

Remove thou my oppression; Since thou hast suffer'd in my stead, And paid for my transgression; Let me not yield to dark despair, Nor live in constant dread and fear Of death and condemnation.

6 Lord, I'approach thy mercy-seat,
And pray thee to forgive me;
With contrite heart I thee intreat,
Show pity and receive me;
Cast all my sins and trespasses
Into the ocean of thy grace,

And them no more remember.
7 Oh, for thy name's sake, let me prove
Thy mercy, gracious Saviour!
The yoke, which galls me, soon remove,
Restore me to thy favor:
Thy love shed in my heart abroad,
That I may live to thee my. God,

And yield thee true obedience. 8 Thy joyful Spirit give me pow'r, Thy stripes heal my diseases;

3 When I review my mis-spent days Apply thy blood at my last hour

I feel a heavy burden;

Reflecting on my trespasses,

I

scarce could hope for pardon; But should be hopeless and forlorn, Uncertain where for help to turn, If I had not thy promise. 4 But thy reviving gospel-word, Which leads me to salvation, Doth joy unspeakable afford, And lasting consolation. This tells me, thou wilt not disdain A broken heart replete with pain, That turns to thee, O Jesus. 5 Me, heavy-laden sinner, hear, To thee I make confession; To my complaints now lend an ear, Regard my supplication. My longing is, O wash me clean

From

ev'ry spot and stain of sin, Like David and Manasseh.

To save me, dearest Jesus!
Then to thy promis'd rest me bring,
That with the ransom'd I may sing
Thy praise above for ever.

251.* T. 132.

OUT of the deep I cry to thee,

My God! with heart's contrition; Bow down thine ear in grace to me, And hear thou my petition; For if in judgment thou wilt try Man's sin, and great iniquity,

Ah! who can stand before thee? 2 T' obtain remission of our sin,

No work of ours availeth; We're helpless, guilty and unclean, Unless God's grace prevaileth; We're 'midst our fairest actions lost, And none 'fore him of aught can boast, We live alone thro' mercy.

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