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1084 come unto Mei

COMFe gently calleth' thee;

6s. Come unto Me

and I will give you rest.—Matt. 11. 28. TOME to the Saviour now !

1

In true repentance bow,
Before Him bend the knee.
He waiteth to bestow
Salvation, peace, and love,
True joy on earth below,
A home in heaven above.

Come, come, come.
2 Come to the Saviour now !

Gaze on that crimson tide-
Water and blood—that flow
Forth from His wounded side.
Hark to that suffering One-
66 'Tis finished,” now He cries,
Redemption's work is done,

Then bows His head and dies.
3 Come to the Saviour now!

He suffered all for thee,
And in His merits thou
Hast an unfailing plea.
No vain excuses frame;
For feelings do not stay ;
None who to Jesus came,

Were ever sent away.
4 Come to the Saviour now!

Ye who have wandered far,
Renew your solemn vow,
For His by right you are.
Come like poor wandering sheep,
Returning to His fold,
His arm will safely keep,
His love will ne'er grow cold.

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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. 1085 Au things are ready, come.—Matt. 22. 4. 1 "OME unto Me, ye weary,

And I will give you rest.”
O blessed 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.
2 “ 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."
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.

W. C. DIX. 1867.

1086

7.6. Behold I stand at the door and knock.

Rev. 3. 20.

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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;
() 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 KOW. 1866.

8.5.8.3. 1087

If any man serve Me, let him follow 1.

John 12. 26.
1
AT
RT thou weary, art thon 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.”

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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.”
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.

Luke 15. 6. 1 MHERE were ninety and nine that safely lay

the 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. 2 “Lord, Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine,

Are they not enough for Thee ?" But the Shepherd made answer : “ This of

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

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. 4 “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,

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