3 Come then with all your wants and
Your every burden bring; [wounds,
Here love, unchanging love, abounds,
A deep, celestial spring:

4 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace!
Come then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

8.7.

S. MEDLEY. 1787.

How often would I have ga

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.

7.6.

1871.

1

-Matt. 23. 37.

ESUS calls us o'er the tumult

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Of our life's wild restless sea;
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, "Christian, follow Me."

2 Jesus calls us from the worship

Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying, "Christian, love Me more." 3 In our joys and in our sorrows,

Days of toil and hours of ease, Still He calls, in cares and pleasures, Christians, love Me more than these." 4 Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies,

Saviour, may we hear Thy call! Give our hearts to Thy obedience, Serve and love Thee best of all." C. F. ALEXANDER. 1858.

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1084 Come unto Me.

1

and I will give you rest.-Matt. 11. 28.

COME to the Saviour now!

He gently calleth thee;
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-
""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.

1

Matt. 22. 4.

"COME 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."
O 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.

1086 Behold I stand at the door and

knock.-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

1

follow Me.-John 12. 26.

ART 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"

5 If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last?

"Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan passed?"

6 If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay?

"Not till earth, and not till heaven

Pass away

1089

1

E. C. CLEPHANE. 1874. Come unto Me, all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.-Matt. 11. 28.

WEARY souls, that wander wide

From the central point of bliss,
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.

C. WESLEY. 1740.

1090 The Spirit and the Bride say,

1

Come.-Rev. 22. 17.

HE Spirit to our hearts

THE

Is whispering,-Sinner, come;

The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all His children,-Come.

To all about him,-Come;

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

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.

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 heart.-Deut. 4. 9.

1) Do not let the word depart, [light; And close thine eyes against the 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?
MRS. A. REED. 1812.

1093 Jesus, Master, have mercy on

1

us.-Luke 17. 13.

SINFUL, sighing to be blest;
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 sce,

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!"
There is One beside the throne
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone;
"God be merciful to me!"

5

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:

3

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.
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

1

sinner.-Luke 18. 13.

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HEAR, gracious God ! a sinner's cry,

For have nowhere else to fly; My hope, my only hope's in Thee: O God, be merciful to me!

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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 1 aught wherein to trust;

But where Thou art, Lord, I would be:
O Lord, 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

1

broken-hearted.-Luke 4. 18.

WHEN, wounded, sore, the stricken

Lies bleeding and unbound, [heart

One only hand, a pierced 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.

5 Uplift Thy bleeding hand, O Lord,
Unseal that cleansing tide;

We have no shelter from our sin
But in Thy wounded side.

C. F. ALEXANDER. 1858.

1

Christ.-Eph. 2. 5.

ORD! I was blind, I could not see
In Thy marred visage any grace;
But now the beauty of Thy face
In radiant vision dawns on me!

2 Lord! I was deaf, I could not hear
The thrilling music of Thy voice;
But now I hear Thee and rejoice,
And sweet are all Thy words, and dear!
3 Lord! I was dumb, I could not speak
The grace and glory of Thy name;
But now, as touched with living flame,
My lips Thine eager praises wake!

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4 Lord! I was dead, I could not stir
My lifeless soul to come to Thee;
But now since Thou hast quickened me
I rise from sin's dark sepulchre !

5 For Thou hast made the blind to see,
The deaf to hear, the dumb to speak,
The dead to live; and lo, I break
The chains of my captivity!

W. T. MATSON. 1857.

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1098 Which hope we have as an

1

NOW

anchor of the soul.-Heb. 6. 19.

TOW I have found the ground wherein
Sure my soul's anchor may remain;
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin
Before the world's foundation slain;
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay,
When heaven and earth are fled away.

2 Father! Thine everlasting grace
Our scanty thought surpasses far;
Thy heart still melts with tenderness,
Thy arms of love still open are,
Returning sinners to receive,
That mercy they may taste, and live.
3 O Love, Thou bottomless abyss !
My sins are swallowed up in Thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness,
My soul from condemnation free,
While Jesus' blood, through earth and
skies,

Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries.
4 Fixed on this ground would I remain,
Though my heart fail and flesh decay:
This anchor shall my soul sustain
When earth's foundations melt away
Mercy's full power I then shall prove,
Loved with an everlasting love.

J. A. ROTHE. 1728.
TR. BY J. WESLEY. 1740.

2

-1 Pet. 2. 25.

I WAS a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold;

I did not love my Shepherd's voice, I would not be controlled.

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father's voice,

1 loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep, The Father sought His child;

They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild.

They found me nigh to death,
Famished, and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.

3 Jesus my Shepherd is;

"Twas He that loved my soul,

"Twas He that washed me in His blood, "Twas He that made me whole. "Twas He that sought the lost, That found the wandering sheep; Twas He that brought me to the fold, "Tis He that still doth keep.

C

1100 o Lord, truly I am

1

IN

servant.-Ps. 116. 16.

N full and glad surrender,
I give myself to Thee,
Thine utterly and only,

And evermore to be.

2 O Son of God, who lov'st me,
I will be Thine alone,
And all I have, and am, Lord,
Shall henceforth be Thine own!

3 Reign over me, Lord Jesus!

O make my heart Thy throne;
It shall be Thine, dear Saviour,
It shall be Thine alone.

4 0 come and reign, Lord Jesus;
Rule over everything!
And keep me always loyal,
And true to Thee, my King.

Thy

1102 Jesus

1

F. R. HAVERGAL. 1876.

1

save in the Cross.-Gal. 6. 14.

DENEATH the Cross of Jesus

BE

I fain would take my stand-
The Shadow of a mighty Rock,
Within a weary land:

A home within the wilderness,
A rest upon the way,

From the burning of the noontide heat,
And the burden of the day.

2 O safe and happy shelter,

O refuge tried and sweet,

O trysting-place where Heaven's love
And Heaven's justice meet!

As to the holy Patriarch

That wondrous dream was given,

So seems my Saviour's Cross to me,
A ladder up to heaven.

3 There lies beneath its shadow,
But on the farther side,

The darkness of an awful grave
That gapes both deep and wide.
And there between us stands the Cross,
Two arms outstretched to save,

Like a watchman set to guard the way
From that eternal grave.

AS helpless as a child who clings

Fast to his father's arm,

And casts his weakness on the strength
That keeps him safe from harm;
So I, my Father, cling to Thee,.
And thus I every hour

Would link my earthly feebleness
To Thine Almighty power.

2 As trustful as a child who looks
Up in his mother's face,
And all his little griefs and fears.
Forgets in her embrace;

So I to Thee, my Saviour, look,
And in Thy face Divine

Can read the love that will sustain
As weak a faith as mine.

3 As loving as a child who sits
Close by his parent's knee,

And knows no want while it can have
That sweet society;

So, sitting at Thy feet, my heart
Would all its love outpour,

[Lord,

And pray that Thou wouldst teach me, To love Thee more and more.

1103

C.M.

J. D. BURNS. 1862.

Blessed are they who have not seen, and yet have believed.John 20. 29.

1 JESUS, these eyes have never seen

That radiant form of Thine; The veil of sense hangs dark between Thy blessed face and mine.

2 I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;

And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot
As where I meet with Thee.