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Come, then, poor sinner, come and see :

If there is in it nought for thee.
2 Ye doubting sinners, come and try,

For Christ will not his grace deny ;
Then draw with joy, your vessels fill,

Come draw and drink, whoever will! 3 The blessed Spirit now invites,

And, lo! the happy bride unites;
And Jesus calls--be not afraid,

For such as you the well was made. 4.Yes; justice made it in the Lamb,

And mercy grants it in his name;
In it there is a boundless store

and for ten thousands more. 5 And is it open, full, and free?

Then, Lord, 'tis suitable for me;
O grant me now a rich supply,

That I may drink, and never die. 6 [But, careless sinner, know it well,

There's not a single drop in hell ;
No; not a drop to cool your heart,

A single drop to ease your smart.]
7 Ye saints, your constant tribute bring

For this divine exhaustless spring;
Soon Christ will bring you to the skies,
Where living fountains ever rise.,

117 L. M. Kingsbridge 88. Gould's 272.

Weary souls invited to rest, Matt. xi. 28. 1 COME, weary souls, with sins distrest,

Come, and accept the promis'd rest; The Saviouros gracious call obey,

And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load;

O come and spread your woes abroad;
Divine compassion, mighty, love,
Will all the painful load remove.

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;

How rich the gift! how free the grace! 4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart,

The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,

And bless the kind inviting voice,
5 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love

Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,

And guide us to eternal rest. STEELE. 118 148th. Eagle Street 16. Bethesda 112.

Yet there is room, Luke xiv, 22.
1 YE dying Sons of men,

Immerg'd in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend,

While Jesus sends to you: sine
Ye perishing and guilty come,

In Jesus' arms there yet is room,
2 No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame:
He bids you come to-day,

Tho'poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinner,.come,

For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Believe the heavenly word,
His messengers proclaim;

i 1 He is a gracious Lord,

And Faithful is his name;
Backsliding souls, return and come,

Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compell’d by bleeding love," "T

Ye wandering sheep, draw near;
Christ calls you from above,

His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will now come :

In mercy's breast there still is room,


119 7. Hotham 224. Bath Abbey 197.

Compel them to come in, Luke xiv. 23. 1 LORD, how large thy bounties are,

Tender, gracious, sinner's friend!
What a feast dost thou

And what invitations send !
Now fulfil thy great design,

Who didst first the message bring: Every heart to thee incline,

Now compel them to come in. 2 Rushing on the downward road,

I Sinners no compulsion need;

1 Glory to forsake, and God;

See they run with rapid speed; Draw them back by love divine;

With thy grace their spirits win: Every, &c. 3 Thus their willing souls compel,

Thus their happy minds constrain tái
From the ways of death and hell,

Home to God, and grace again :
· Stretch that conquering arm of thine,

Once outstretch'd to bleed for sin: Every,&c. 120 C. M. Huddersfield 202. Wiltshire 110.

Missionary 257.
The Saviour's Invitation, John vii. 37.

HE Saviour calls—let every ear

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 Heré springs of sacred pleasure rise

To ease your ev'ry pain;
(Immortal fountain! full supplies !)

Nor shall you thirst in vain.

. 4 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice,

The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys-

· And can you yet delay?
5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts ;
And drink and never die.


121 (1st P.) 8.8.6. Chatham 59.

Broadmead 150. Westbury Leigh 278.

Whosoever will, let him come, Rev, xxii. 17. 1 YE scarlet-colourd sinners! come;

Jesus, the Lord, invites you home;
( whither can you go!
What are your crimes of crimson hue?
His promise is for ever true,"?

He'll wash you white as snow.
2 Backsliders ! filled with your own ways,
Whose weeping nights and wretched days

In bitterness are spent, . 1

Return to Jesus, he'll reveal
His lovely face, and sweetly heal

What you so much lament.
3 Tried souls ! look up-he says, 'tis I
He loves you still, but means to try :

If faith will bear the test :
The Lord has giv’n the chiefest good,
He shed for you his precious blood;

O trust him for the rest !
4 Ye tender souls ! draw hither too,
Ye grateful, highly favour'd few,

Who feel the debt you owej-
Press on, the Lord hath more to give;
By faith upon him daily live;

And you shall find it so.

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121 (20 P.) C. M." Cambridge New 74.”

74. Missionary 257.

The Invitation of Wisdom.
I LO! wisdom stands with smiling face, ,

And courts us to her arms;
Who can resist the wondrous

And slight her powerful charms!
2 She, gen'rous, holds out to our sight

Riches which shall endure;
Not sparkling rubies half so bright,
Nor finest gold so pure.

3. Eternal pleasures fill her train,
Pleasures which never cloy:

I Come, drink of bliss unmix'd with pain,

And taste celestial joy.
4 Immortal.crowns she now displays,

And thrones beyond the skies;
Accept her blessings while she stays,

And seize the glorious prize. 121 (3d P.) L.M. Ulverston 179. Portugal 97.

The Invitation of Wisdom accepted, Rev. iii, 17.
I HEAR the counsel of a friend,

And to his soothing voice attend;
Come, sinners, wretched, blind, and poor,

Come, buy from my unbounded store. 2 I only ask you to receive, ,

For freely I my blessings give :
Jesus, and are thy blessings free?

Then I may dare to come to thee.
3 I come for grace, like gold refind,

T'enrich and beautify my mind:
Grace that will trials well endure,
And in the furnace

grow more pure.
4 Naked, I come for that bright dress,

Thy perfect spotless righteousness;
That glorious robe, so richly dy'd
In thine own blood, my shame to hide.

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