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All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you-
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 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?
4 Lo! th' 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.
5 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!-

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Sinners here may sing the same.

HYMN 35. L. M.

Wanderer invited to return.

Rand seek an injur'd Father's face;

ETURN, O wanderer, return,

Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thine inward smart.

3 Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive.

4 Return, O wanderer, return,

And wipe away the falling tear; "Tis God who says, "No longer mourn," "Tis mercy's voice invites thee near. HYMN 36. C. M.

The fountain of Living Waters.

Ore in the gospel found!

H, what amazing words of grace

Suited to ev'ry sinner's case,

Who knows the joyful sound.

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2 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds, Your ev'ry burden bring;

Here love, eternal love, abounds,

A deep celestial spring.

3 This spring with living water flows,
And living joy imparts;

Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.

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HYMN 37. L. M.

The Young invited to Christ.

1 TO-DAY, if ye will hear his voice,
Now is the time to make your choice;
Say, will you to Mount Zion go!
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest,
Say, will you be forever blest?

Will be sav'd from sin and hell?
you

Will you with Christ in glory dwell?
3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound,
Obey the gospel's joyful sound;
Come go with us, and you shall prove
The joy of Christ's redeeming love.
4 Once more we ask you in his name→→
For yet his love remains the same-
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
5 Leave all your sports and glitt'ring toys,
Come, share with us eternal joys;

Or must we leave you bound to hell-
Then, dear young friends, a long farewell.

HYMN 38. P. M. 12s.

Free grace to Sinners.

1 THE VO mountain,

HE voice of free grace cries, escape to the

For all that believe, Christ has opened a foun

tain,

For sin, and uncleanness, and every transgres

sion,

His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation.

Chorus.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a
pardon,

We'll praise him again, when we pass over
Jordan.

2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair, Now he calls you in mercy, and can you forbear? Though your sins are increas'd as high as a mountain,

His blood can remove them, it streams from this fountain.

3 Now Jesus our king, reigns triumphantly glori

ous;

O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious:

With shouting proclaim it,-O trust in his pas sion,

He saves us most freely ;-O glorious salvation. 4 Our Jesus proclaims his name all victorious, He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious : To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,

And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation. 5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore,

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the

more;

We'll range the sweet plains, on the banks of the river,

And sing of salvation forever, and ever.

HYMN 39. C. M.

The humble sinner's resolve.

1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast

A thousand thoughts revolve;

Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve :-

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
"Hath like a mountain rose;
"I know his courts, I'll enter in,
"Whatever may oppose.

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3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, "And there my guilt confess;

"I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
"Without his sov'reign grace.

4 "I'll to the gracious King approach,
"Whose sceptre pardon gives;
"Perhaps he may command my touch-
"And then the suppliant lives.

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5 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
"Perhaps will hear my prayer;
"But if I perish, I will pray,
"And perish only there.

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6 I can but perish if I go,

"I am resolv'd to try;

"For if I stay away, I know "I must forever die."

Penitential.

HYMN 40. S. M.

Repentance from a sense of the Divine Goodness.

TS this the kind return,

And these the thanks we owe,

Thus to abuse eternal love,

Whence all our blessings flow?
2 To what a stubborn frame,
Has sin reduc'd our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!

3 On us he bids the sun

Shed his reviving rays;

For us the skies their circles run,
To lengthen out our days.

4 The brutes obey their God,

And bow their necks to men:

But we, more base, more brutish things,
Reject his easy reign.

5 Turn, turn us, mighty God,

And mould our souls afresh;

Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh.

6 Let base ingratitude

Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise.

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HYMN 41. C. M.

The contrite heart.

THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh ;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;—

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wand'rer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-" Return?"

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!

4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thine healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

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HYMN 42. C. M.

The Penitent.

PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at thy feet,

guilty rebel lies;

And upwards to the mercy seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

3 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which thou hast shed;
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord!
And all my sins forgive :

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Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

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HYMN 43. P. M. 7.

Pleading for Mercy.

OV'REIGN Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at thy feet I fall:
my ardent cry,

Hear, oh, hear

Frown not, lest I faint and die.

2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Worst of rebels I have been!
Oft abus'd thee to thy face,
Trampled on thy richest grace!
3 Justly might thy vengeful dart
Pierce this bleeding broken heart;
Justly might thy kindled ire
Blast me in eternal fire.

4 But with thee there's mercy found,
Balm to heal my every wound;
Soothe, oh, soothe the troubled breast,
Give the weary wand'rer rest.

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HYMN 44. L. M.

Pleading the Promises.

RIEND of the friendless and the faint!

FWIND of t f fodge is deep complaint?

Where, but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless sinner, poor!

2 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
3 That were a grief I could not bear,
Did'st thou not hear and answer prayer:
O thou, pray'r-hearing, answ'ring God,
Take from my heart this painful load.

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