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 ascending, Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture freely, Let no other trust intrude; None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinuers 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 do the same. Hymn 3. L. M. COME, sinners, to the gospel-feast every soul be Jesu's guest;
Ye need not one be left behind: For God hath bidden all mankind. 2 Sent by my Lord, on you I call; The invitation is to all;
Come all the world! come, sinner, thou All things in Christ are ready now. 3 Come, all ye souls by sin oppress'd, Ye restless wand'rers after rest; Ye poor, and maim'd, and halt, and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find.
4 My 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 coinpel; His conqu'ring love consent to feel: Yield to his love's resistless power, And fight against your God no more.
6 See him set forth before your eyes, That 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 died for all.
Hymn 4. P. M.
Why will ye die, O house of Israel? Ezek. xviij. 31.
INNERS, turn, why will ye die? God, your Maker, asks you why;
God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live ; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of his own hands: Why, ye thankless creatures, why, Will ye cross his love, and die? 2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, your Saviour, asks you why: God, who did your spirits give, Died himself that you might live.
Will you let him die in vain, Crucify your Lord again? Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why, Will ye slight his grace, and die? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? God, the Spirit, asks you why; He, who all your lives hath strove, Woo'd you to embrace his love: Will you not the grace receive? Will you still refuse to live? Why, ye long-sought sinners, why, Will you grieve your God, and die?
4 Dead, already dead within, Spiritually dead in sin;
Dead to God, while here you breathe; Pant you after second death? Will you still in sin remain, Greedy of eternal pain? O, ye dying sinners, why,
Why will you for ever die?
Hymn 5. L. M.
SINNERS, obey the gospel word,
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, And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
3 Ready the Spirit of his love, Just now the stony to remove;
T" apply and witness with the blood, And wash and seal the sons of God.
4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate : Tuning their harps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace.
5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Are ready with their shining host: All heaven is ready to resound, "The dead's alive! the lost is found!
6 Come, then, ye siuners, to your Lord, In Christ to paradise restor'd; His proffer'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel grace.
Hymn 6. P. M. LOW ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound:
Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. Jesus, our great High Priest, Hath full atonement made Ye weary spirits rest,
Ye mournful souls be glad, The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb; Redemption in his blood, Throughout the world proclaim;
The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive, And safe in Jesus dwell, And blest in Jesus live; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home Ye who have sold for nought Your heritage above, Shall have it back unbought, The gift of Jesu's love; The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 6 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace; And, sav'd from earth, appear Before your Saviour's face. The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd'sinners, home.
ALL that pass by, to Jesus draw near, He utters a From hell to retrieve you, he spreads out his cry, ye sinners, give car!
Now, now to receive you, he graciously stands. 2 "If any man thirst, and happy would be, "The vilest and worst may come unto me! "May drink of my Spirit, (excepted is none)
merit, and take for his own."
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