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HYMN 257. C. M. [#]
And every heart rejoice;
With an inviting voice.
That feed upon the wind,
To fill an empty mind, -
A soul-reviving feast,
The rich provision taste.
And pine away and die,
With springs that never dry.
Are everlasting mines,
More boundless than our sins. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day ;
And drive our wants away.
HYMN 258. C. M. [#]
Christ's Invitation. 1 The Saviour calls ! let
every ear Attend the heavenly sound : Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow; And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal wo. 3 There springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your every pain ;
Nor shall you thirst in vain. 4 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey ;
And can you yet delay? 5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,
And drink, and never die.
HYMN 259. S. M. [#]
To sinners, does proclaim ;
And all their power employed,
And heavenly truth enjoyed.
Are filled with living bread ;
Proclaims the captive freed.
That longs for springs of grace,
And floods of righteousness.
I would thy love proclaim,
And sing thy glorious name.
HYMN 260. C. M. [b or # ]
Gospel Invitations. 1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come :
is room. 3 In Jesus' condescending heart
Both love and pity meet ;
That trembles at his feet.
The blessings of his love,
Of nobler joys above.
HYMN 261. L. M. [#]
Behold the fast-declining sun ;
'Tis time our labours were begun.
Whate'er is right we shall receive;
He will immortal treasures give.
To labour in the works of love;
Nor from thy precepts ever rove.
May each, with joy, thy goodness see; Nor fault what boundless grace has done,
In setting man from bondage free.
HYMN 262. C. M. [#]
God is Love. 1 Come, ye that know and love the Lord,
And raise your thoughts above ;
To sing that God is Love.
And all his mercies prove;
To show that God is Love.
With those who from him rove,
To teach them God is Love. 4 O may we all, while here below,
This blessing well improve,
Proclaim that God is Love.
HYMN 263. 7s. M. [#]
Come, and make my path your choice;
Weary pilgrim, hither come.
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn; Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste.