2 O ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh-
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger;
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him:
This He gives you;

Tis His Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous-
Sinners, Jesus came to call.

5 View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground the Saviour lies!-
On the bloody tree behold Him!
Hear Him cry before He dies,

It is finished!

Sinner, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! the Incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, joined 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.

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346 Take My yoke upon you, and learn

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of Me.-Matt. 11, 29.

COME, ye souls, by sin afflicted,

Bowed with fruitless sorrow down,
By the broken law convicted,

By the tempter's snares undone
Look to Jesus!

Mercy flows through Him alone.

2 Take His easy yoke and wear it,
Love will make obedience sweet;
Christ will give you strength to bear it,
While His wisdom guides your feet
Safe to glory,

Where His ransomed captives meet.
3 Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly opened eyes,
Flowing springs in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies:
All who taste it,

Shall to rest immortal rise.

4 Blessed are the eyes that see Him;
Blest the ears that hear His voice;
Blessed are the souls that trust Him,
And in Him alone rejoice;
His commandments

Then become their happy choice. 5 But to sing the rest of glory,

Mortal tongues far short must fall; Tongues celestial strive to reach it, But it soars beyond them all;

Faith, and Hope, and Love desire it, But it overwhelms them all.

C.M.

347 Let your soul delight itself in

fatness.-Isa. 55, 2.

LET every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

20 all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast:

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

40 ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die;

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

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join ; .
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 Great God! the treasures of Thy love Are everlasting mines;

Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.

7 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

C.M.

348 If any man thirst, let him come un

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to Me, and drink.-John 7, 37.

HE Saviour calls--let every ear

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Attend the heavenly sound;

Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.

3 Ye sinners come, tis mercy's voice:
The gracious call obey;

Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And Jesus is the way.

4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To Thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss Thy love imparts,
And drink and never die.

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Yet there is room.-Luke 14, 22.

E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,

For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, He bids you come:

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room:

3 Boom in the Saviour's bleeding heart-
There love and pity meet:
Nor will He bid the soul depart
That trembles at His feet.

4 In Him the Father reconciled
Invites your soul to come:
The rebel shall be called a child,
And kindly welcomed home.

50 come, and with His children taste
The blessings of His love;

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

6 There, with united heart and voice,
Before the eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

7 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

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I will be glad and rejoice in Thy mercy.-Ps. 31, 7.

WEET were the sounds that reached

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our ears

When mercy raised her heavenly voice;

"Twas mercy that dispelled our fears, And bade our souls in hope rejoice. 2 All other sounds discordant seem, Compared with mercy's heavenlysong, So sweet and joyful is the theme, It bears our willing souls along.

30 may we never cease to hear

The voice that gives our conscience rest,

That dissipates our guilty fear,

And tells us we are truly blest.

4 May mercy still remove our fear,

And bind our souls with cords of

love:

Mercy, that soothes our sorrows here, And gives us hope of joys above.

8.7.8.7.8.8.7.

351 If we turn away from Him that speaketh from heaven.-Heb. 12, 25. OTH He who came the lost to seek, To save the soul benighted,

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Doth He entreat with earnest voice;
And shall His love be slighted;-
His call to every human heart
To bid unholy thoughts depart,
And as its Lord receive Him?

2 Doth the great Saviour stand and call?
Shall we remain unheeding?
Doth He repeat His kind request?
Can we withstand the pleading?
That faithful friend, His life who gave,
From sin's dread bonds, from death to
save!

O let us turn and hear Him.

3 He bids us all obey and live, God's word of love repeating; O let us not the call refuse:

Our Judge! we yet shall meet Him! Great Source of good, Thy grace impart, That now at length each wandering May for its Lord receive Him! [heart

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352 Then shalt thou cause the trumpet 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow ;The gladly solemn sound!

of the jubilee to sound.-Lev. 25, 9.

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Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home,

Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;

Redemption by His blood

Through all the world proclaim.

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Ye who have sold for nought

Your heritage above,

Shall have it back, unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love.

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransomed sinners, home: