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S. WEBBE.

COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.
He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.

2 Ho, ye needy; come, and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify!
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;

"Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

"Mercy's Call."

J. ALLEN.

SINNERS, will you scorn the message,
Coming from the courts above?
Mercy beams in every passage;
Every line is full of love;
Oh! believe it,
Every line is full of love.

2 Now the heralds of salvation
Joyful news from heaven proclaim!
Sinners freed from condemnation,
Through the all-atoning Lamb!
Life receiving
Through the all-atoning Lamb!

3 O ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way;
Haste ye to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners

Glad the message will obey.

434 c. M.. PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay,

"Oh, amazing Love!"

1. WATTS.

Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and-oh, amazing love!-
He ran to our relief.

3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.

4 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.

5 Angels! assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;
But, when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.

L. M. "To Save Sinners."

1. WATTS.

438 Nor to condemn the sons of men, Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; No weapons in his hands are seen, No flaming sword nor thunder there. 2 Such was the pity of our God,

He loved the race of man so well, He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word; Trust in his mighty name, and live: A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.

439
COME to the land of peace;

S. M. The Bride says, Come. J. MONTGOMERY,

From shadows come away; Where all the sounds of weeping cease, And storms no more have sway.

2 Fear hath no dwelling here;

But pure repose and love

Breathe through the bright, celestial air The spirit of the dove.

3 Come to the bright and blest,

Gathered from every land;

For here thy soul shall find its rest,
Amid the shining band.

440 P. M.

DROOPING Souls, no longer mourn,
Jesus still is precious;
If to him you now return,
Heaven will be propitious;
Jesus now is passing by,

Calling wanderers near im;
Drooping souls, you need not die,
Go to him and hear him!

2 He has pardons, full and free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Still he cries-"Come unto me,
Weary, heavy-laden!"
Though your sins, like mountains high,
Rise, and reach to heaven,
Soon as you on him rely,

All shall be forgiven.

3 Precious is the Saviour's name,
Dear to all that love him;
He to save the dying came;—

Go to him and prove him!
Wandering sinners, now return;
Contrite souls, believe him!
Jesus calls you, cease to mourn:
Worship him; receive him.

2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky;
The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, nor refuge near.

3 Oh, yet a shelter you may gain,
A covert from the wind and rain;
A hiding-place, a rest, a home,
A refuge from the wrath to come!

4 Then linger not in all the plain;
Flee for thy life; the mountain gain;
Look not behind; make no delay;
Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way!

2 Tell him-it was sovereign grace Led thee first to seek His face; Made thee choose the better part, Wrought salvation in thy heart.

3 Tell him of that liberty,

THE Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whispering, "Sinner, come; The bride, the Church of Christ, proTo all his children, "Come!" [claims,

2 Let him that heareth, say

To all about him, "Come!"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!
; Yes, whosoever will,

Oh, let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life;
"T is Jesus bids him come.

+ Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, "I quickly come;
Lord, even so; we wait thine hour;
O blest Redeemer, come!

442 L.M. HASTE, traveler, haste! the night comes And many a shining hour is gone; [on, The storm is gathering in the west, And thou far off from home and rest.

Sweetly speak of sins forgiven, Earnest of the joys of heaven.

444 L.M.

Only Knock." J. B. WATERBURY. INFINITE Love! what precious stores Thy mercy has prepared for us! The costliest gems, the richest ores Could never have endowed us thus.

2 But thy soft hand, O gracious Lord! Can draw from suffering souls the sting: And thy rich bounty to our board

Can bread for hungering sinners bring.

3 How rich the grace! the gift how free!
"I' is only ask-it shall be given;
"Tis only knock, and thou shalt see
The opening door that leads to heaven

4 Oh! then arise and take the good,
So full and freely proffered thee,
Remembering that it cost the blood
Of him who died on Calvary.

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AN OPEN DOOR. P. M.

ROBERT LOWRY.