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Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares,-I quickly come;
Lord, even so! I wait Thy hour:
Jesus, my Saviour, come!

H. U. ONDERDONK. 1828.

L.M.

1091 Take heed lest these things depart from thy

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heart.-Deut. 4. 9.

Do not let the word depart,

And close thine eyes against the light:
Poor sinner, harden not thine heart;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night?
2 To-morrow's sun may never rise,
To bless thy long deluded sight;
This is the time, O then be wise!
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night?
3 Our God in pity lingers still,

And wilt thou thus His love requite?
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night?
4 The world has nothing left to give,
It has no new, no pure delight;

Oh! try the life which Christians live!
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night?

5 Our blessed Lord refuses none

Who would to Him their souls unite;
Then be the work of grace begun ;

Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-night?

P.M.

MRS. A. REED. 1842.

1092 It is done as Thou hast commanded, and

yet there is room.-Luke 14. 22.

there is room ! ""

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1 "hall of song,

The Lamb's bright

With its fair glory, beckons thee along.

Room, room, still room!
Oh, enter, enter, now!

2 Day is declining, and the sun is low:
The shadows lengthen, light makes haste to go.
3 The bridal hall is filling for the feast,

Pass in, pass in, and be the Bridegroom's guest. 4 It fills, it fills, that hall of jubilee! [thee. Make haste, make haste: 'tis not too full for 5 Yet there is room! Still open stands the gate, The gate of love; it is not yet too late.

6 Pass in, pass in! That banquet is for thee; That cup of everlasting love is free.

7 All heaven is there: all joy! Go in, go in, The angels beckon thee the prize to win. 8 Louder and sweeter sounds the loving call; Come, lingerer, come; enter that festal hall. 9 Ere night that gate may close, and seal thy

doom: [room!" Then the last low, long cry: "No room, no No room, no room!

Oh, woful cry, "No room!"

H. BONAR. 1874.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE:

ITS COMMENCEMENT.

7s.

1093 Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.

Luke 17. 13.

1 INFUL, sighing to be blest;

SIN

Bound, and longing to be free;
Weary, waiting for my rest;
"God be merciful to me!"

2 Goodness I have none to plead;
Sinfulness in all I see,

I can only bring my need;
"God be merciful to me !"
3 Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to Thee,
Yet Thou canst interpret sighs;
"God be merciful to me!"

4 From this sinful heart of mine
To Thy bosom I would flee;
I am not my own, but Thine;
"God be merciful to me !"

5 There is One beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone;
"God be merciful to me!"
6 He my cause will undertake,
My Interpreter will be;

He's my all, and for His sake,
"God be merciful to me!"

7s.

J. S. B. MONSELL. 1865.

1094 Stood at His feet,... weeping.

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DEP

Luke 7. 38.

EPTH of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my
God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls:
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
2 Jesus, answer from above:
Is not all Thy nature love?

Wilt Thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?
If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow;
Pardon and accept me now.
3 Pity from Thine eye let fall;
By a look my soul recall;
Now the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
Now incline me to repent:
Let me now my fall lament:
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

CHARLES WESLEY. 1740.

L.M.

1095 God be merciful to me a sinner.

Luke 18. 13.

1 TEAR, gracious God! a sinner's cry,
For I have nowhere else
to fly;
My hope, my only hope's in Thee:
O God, be merciful to me!
2 To Thee I come, a sinner poor,
And wait for mercy at Thy door;
Indeed, I've nowhere else to flee:
O God, be merciful to me!

3 To Thee I come, a sinner weak,

And scarce know how to pray or speak;
From fear and weakness set me free:

O God, be merciful to me!

4 To Thee I come, a sinner vile,
Upon me, Lord, vouchsafe to smile
Mercy alone I make my plea:
O God, be merciful to me!

5 To Thee I come, a sinner great,
And well Thou knowest all my state;
Yet full forgiveness is with Thee:
O God, be merciful to me!

6 To Thee I come, a sinner lost,
Nor have I aught wherein to trust;
But where Thou art, Lord, I would be:
O God, be merciful to me!

7 To glory bring me, Lord, at last;
And there, when all my fears are past,
With all the saints I'll then agree
God has been merciful to me.

C.M.

S. MEDLEY. 1787.

1096 He hath sent Me to heal the broken-hearted.

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Luke 4. 18.

HEN wounded sore, the stricken heart
Lies bleeding and unbound,

One only hand, a piercèd hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 When penitence has wept in vain,
Over some foul, dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 Jesus, Thy blood can wash us white;
Thy hand brings sure relief;

Thy heart is touched with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.