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Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye lab'ring, burthen'd, fin-fick fouls.

IV.

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

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XXV. Invitation. P. M.

1.

E dying fons of men,
Immerg'd in fin and woe,
The Gofpel's voice attend
While Jefus fends to you:
Ye perifhing and guilty, come,
In Jefu's arms there yet

II.

is room.

No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame;
All things are ready, finner, come,
For ev'ry trembling foul there's room.

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Believe the heav'nly word

His meffengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,

And Faithful is his name.
Backfliding fouls return and come,
Caft off defpair, there yet is room.

IV.

Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring fheep draw near,
Chrift calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whofoever will, now come;
In mercy's breaft there yet is room.

XXVI. Redeeming Grace. L. M.

I.

HARK! in the wilderness a cry!

It shakes the mountains, rends the
earth;

The King appears, behold him nigh!
The God by nature, man by birth!

II.

Run to and fro, ye heralds run,
Proclaim aloud, prepare the way!

Redemption's glorious work's begun,
And who His potent arm shall stay ?

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And ev'ry obftacle remove;

Drop down ye hills, your cumb'rous weight, And bow before Redeeming Love.

IV.

Then fhall the lowly valley rife,

Its budding honours spring to view; Swift the Creating Fiat flies,

And all is blissful, all is new.

V.

Know'st thou the meaning, nature's child?
Know't thou the import of the cry?
Thy heart's the defart waste and wild;
But lo, the kind Reclaimer's nigh.

VI.

Mountains of unbelief and fin,
Before him crumble into duft;
Thy humbled heart fhall then begin
His all-reftoring hand to truft.

VII.

By him exalted, know thy ftate,
A garden rich in fruit and flower;
Thy gracious Mafter's lov'd retreat,
The wonder of Redeeming Power.
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XXVII Invitation to the Saviour. P. M.

SWF

I.

WEET as the fhepherd's tuneful reed From Sion's mount I heard the found; Gay fprang the flow'rets of the mead, And gladden'd nature smil❜d around; The voice of peace falutes mine ear; Chrift's lovely voice perfumes the air.

II.

Peace, troubled foul, whofe plaintive moan
Hath taught these rocks the note of woe;
Ceafe thy complaint, fupprefs thy groan,
And let thy tears forget to flow.
Behold, the precious balm is found,
Which eafes pain, which heals thy wound.

III.

Come, freely come, by fin oppreft,
Unburthen here the weighty load;
Here find thy refuge, and thy reft,
Safe on the bofom of thy God:
Thy God's thy Saviour! Glorious word!
That fheaths th' avenger's glitt'ring sword.

IV.

As fpring the winter, day the night,

Peace, forrow's gloom fhall chace away; And fmiling joy, a feraph bright,

Shall tend thy steps, and near thee flay: Whilft glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.

XXVIII. Gofpel Invitation. C. M.

OH

I.

H what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found;

Suited to every finners cafe,
Who knows the joyful sound.

II.

Poor, finful, thirsty, fainting souls
Are freely welcome here;
Salvation like a river rolls,

Abundant, free, and clear.

III.

Come, then, with all your wants and wounds,
Your every burden bring;

Here love, unchanging love, abounds;
A deep, celeftial fpring.

IV.

This fpring with living water flows,
And living joy imparts;

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