5 Come to the Saviour all!
Whate'er your burdens be;
Hear now His loving call—
"Cast all your care on Me."
Come, and for every grief
In Jesus you will find
A sure and safe relief,
A loving Friend and kind.

J. MURCH WIGNER. 1871.

7.6.

1085 All things are ready, come.-Matt. 22. 4.

1

2

"COME

OME unto Me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest."

O blessèd voice of Jesus,

Which comes to hearts opprest!
It tells of benediction,

Of pardon, grace, and peace,
Of joy that hath no ending,
Of love which cannot cease.

"Come unto Me, ye wanderers,
And I will give you light."

O loving voice of Jesus,

Which comes to cheer the night!
Our hearts were filled with sadness,
And we had lost our way;
But He has brought us gladness
And songs at break of day.

3 "Come unto Me, ye fainting,
And I will give you life."
O cheering voice of Jesus,

Which comes to aid our strife!

The foe is stern and eager,

The fight is fierce and long;
But He has made us mighty,

And stronger than the strong.

4"And whosoever cometh,

I will not cast him out."
C welcome voice of Jesus,

Which drives away our doubt!
Which calls us very sinners,
Unworthy though we be

Of love so free and boundless
To come, dear Lord, to Thee.

7.6.

W. C. DIX, 1867.

1086 Behold I stand at the door and knock.

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Rev. 3. 20.

JESUS, Thou art standing
Outside the fast-closed door,

In lowly patience waiting
To pass the threshold o'er;
Shame on us, Christian brothers,
His sacred name who bear;
O shame thrice shame upon us,
To keep Him standing there.

2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking,

And lo! that Hand is scarred,
And thorns Thy brow encircle,
And tears Thy face have marred ;
O love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait!

O sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate!

3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading,
In accents meek and low-
"I died for you, My children,
And will you treat Me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow.
We open now the door.

Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore!

W. WALSHAM HOW. 1866.

8.5.8.3.

1087 If any man serve Me, let him follow M.

1

John 12. 26.

RT thou weary, art thou languid,
Art thou sore distrest?

"Come to Me," saith One, "and, coming,
Be at rest!"

2 Hath He marks to lead me to Him,
If He be my Guide?

"In His feet and hands are wound-prints,
And His side."

3 Is there diadem as monarch,
That His brow adorns?
"Yea, a crown in very surety,
But of thorns!"

4 If I find Him, if I follow,
What His guerdon here?
Many a sorrow, many a labour,
Many a tear."

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5 If I still hold closely to Him,
What hath He at last?
"Sorrow vanquished, labour ended,
Jordan past!"

6 If I ask Him to receive me,

Will He say me nay

?

"Not till earth, and not till heaven
Pass away."

GREEK HYMN. STEPHEN THE SABAITE.

VIII. CENT. TR. BY J. M. NEALE. 1862.

P.M.

1088 I have found my sheep which was lost.

THER

Luke 15. 6.

1 HERE were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold;

But one was out on the hills away,

Far off from the gates of gold,

Away on the mountains wild and bare,
Away from the tender Shepherd's care.

"This of

2 "Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine,
Are they not enough for Thee?"
But the Shepherd made answer:
Has wandered away from Me; [Mine
And although the road be rough and steep,
I go to the desert to find My sheep."

3 But none of the ransomed ever knew

4

How deep were the waters crossed; [through
Nor how dark was the night that the Lord passed
Ere He found His sheep that was lost :
Out in the desert He heard its cry,
Sick and helpless and ready to die.

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Lord, whence are those blood-drops all the
That mark out the mountain's track?" [way,
They were shed for one who had gone astray
Ere the Shepherd could bring him back."
Lord, whence are Thy hands so rent and
torn ?"

"They are pierced to-night by many a thorn." 5 And all through the mountains thunder-riven, And up from the rocky steep,

There rose a cry to the gate of heaven, "Rejoice! I have found My sheep!" And the angels echoed around the throne, "Rejoice! for the Lord brings back His own?" E. C. CLEPHANE. 1874.

1089

7s.

Come unto Me, all ye that are
laden, and I will give you rest.—Matt. 11. 28.
EARY souls, that wander wide
From the central point of bliss,

1

Turn to Jesus crucified,

Fly to those dear wounds of His ;
Wash in His atoning blood,
Rise into the life of God.

2 Find in Christ the way of
peace-
Peace unspeakable, unknown :
By His pain He gives you ease,
Life by His expiring groan :
Rise, exalted by His fall,
Find in Christ your all in all.
3 O believe the record true,
God to you His Son hath given!
Ye may now be happy too;
Find on earth the life of heaven :
Live the life of heaven above,

All the life of glorious love.

S.M.

heavy

C. WESLEY. 1740.

1090 The Spirit and the Bride say, Come.

Rev. 22. 17.

1 THE Spirit to our hearts

Is whispering,-Sinner, come;

The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims

To all His children,-Come.

3

Let him that thirsts for righteousness

To Christ, the fountain, come.

Yes! whosoever will,

O let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;

'Tis Jesus bids him come.