3 Let not conscience make you linger, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. Can do helpless sinners good. Sinners here may sing the same. 194 1 YE The Gospel Feast. VE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms; He calls, he bids you come; Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms, 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart; 4 In him the Father, reconciled, 195 The accepted Time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. 1 NOW is th' accepted time, Now is the day of grace; Hart. C. M. Mrs. Steele. S. M. 2 Now is th' accepted time, The gospel bids you come; 196 The Saviour's Invitation. John vii. 37. Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear, 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, And life and health and bliss impart, 3 Ye sinners, come 'tis mercy's voice ; Mercy invites to heavenly joys, 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; And take the bliss thy love imparts, 1 VE dying sons of men, YE Sunk deep in sin and wo, 2. 3 The gospel's voice attend, While Jesus sends to you; Ye perishing and guilty, come; No vain excuses frame; Dobell. C. M. Mrs. Steele. Though poor, and blind, and lame: All things are ready, sinners, come ; For every trembling soul there 's room. Compelled by bleeding love, Ye wandering souls, draw near; H. M. Christ calls you from above- 198 THE 1 The Gospel Feast. King of heaven his table spreads, 2 Pardon and peace to dying men, 3 Millions of souls, in glory now, 4 All things are ready, come away, 1 SAY not, sinner, in thy heart— Call on Christ to take my part, 66 Who will to the depths descend, Hath taught thee better things; "Inward turn thine eye," it saith, While Christ to thee it brings : Christ is ready to impart Light and life to those who sigh; "In thy mouth and in thy heart, The word is ever nigh." 200 Boden. C. M. Doddridge. 7.6. C. Wesley, (alt'd.) The Heavy-laden invited. 1" COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; L. M. I'll give you rest from all your toils, And pride is restless as the wind. My grace shall make the burden light." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command; To mould and guide us at thy will. 201 The Self-righteous invited. Who work, with mighty pain, 3 Great God, the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless mis'ries are, 202 1 THE The Voice of Free Grace. Watts. C. M. Watts. 12s. HE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain; For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a fountain; For sin and uncleanness and every transgres sion, His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation." CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us our pardon; 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to Jesus repair; He calls you in mercy—and can you forbear? Though your sins have arisen as high as a mountain, His blood can remove them-it flows from the fountain. 3 Bless'd Jesus, thou reignest exalted and glorious; O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art ever victorious; Thy name will we praise in the great congregation, And triumph, ascribing to thee our salvation. 4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore; With harps in our hands, we 'll praise thee the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river, And sing of salvation for ever and ever. 203 1 R The Sinner called. ETURN and come to God; Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood; 2 Say not ye cannot come ; For Jesus bled, and died, That none who ask in humble faith 3 Say not ye will not come ; 'Tis God vouchsafes to call; And fearful will their end be found, 4 Come then, whoever will, Come while 'tis called to-day; Flee to the Saviour's cleansing blood; Repent, believe, obey. Thornby. S. M. Doane. 204 “Behold, I stand at the Door." Rev. iii. 20. L. M. 1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door! He gently knocks-has knocked before; Has waited long-is waiting still: You treat no other friend so ill. |