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Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,— It was the Spirit's gracious call; It bade thee make the better choice, And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 3 Spurn not the call to life and light;

Regard, in time, the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.

4 God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
5 Sinner! perhaps, this very day,
Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee.

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HYMN 253, S. K

Man condemned before God.

H! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?

If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.

2 If he our ways should mark,
With strict inquiring eyes,

Could we, for one of thousand faults,
A just excuse devise?

3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who, that tries th' unequal strife,
Shall prosper in the end?

mf 4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake;

The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.

5 Ah! how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?

None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.

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HYMN 254, S. M.

The evil Heart.

ASTONISHED and distressed,
turn mine eyes within;

My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.

2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear!

3 Almighty King of saints!
These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,
And all my powers renew.

4 This done, my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,-
My lips pronounce thy praise.

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INVITING.

HYMN 225, C. M.
The Saviour'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 woe.

3 Ye sinners! come; 't is mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;

Mercy invites to heavenly joys,

And can you yet delay?

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And take the bliss thy love imparts,

And drink, and never die.

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HYMN 256, L. M.

Rest for the weary Penitent.

COME, weary souls! with sin distressed,
Come, and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,

And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Here, mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon and life, and endless peace;—
How rich the gift, how free the grace!
3 Lord! we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come, with trembling;-yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
4 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith,-our fears remove;
Oh! sweetly reign in every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.

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HYMN 257, C. M.

The Gospel Trumpet.

ET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive, with earthly toils,
To fill th' immortal mind!-

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die!

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy, here,
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;-
Lord! we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

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HYMN 258, L. M.

Christ's Invitation to Sinners.

COME

NOME hither, all ye weary souls!
Ye heavy-laden sinners! come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 "They shall find rest, who learn of me,-
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;

But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3 "Blessed is the man, whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,

My grace shall make the burden light." mf 4 Jesus! we come at thy command;

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With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits, to thy hand,

To mould and guide us at thy will.

HYMN 259, L. M.

Living Waters.

1 HOT every one that thirsts! draw nigh;

'Tis God invites the fallen race; Mercy and free salvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

2 Ye nothing in exchange can give,—
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

3 Come to the living waters, come;
Sinners! obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers! home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.

COME, trembling sinner! in whose breast,

A thousand thoughts revolve,

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Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:-

2 "I'll go to Jesus though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;

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I'll seek his courts, and enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

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Prostrate I'll fall before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;

I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.

4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

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5 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die."

HYMN 261, 8s and 7s, Peculiar.
A Fountain set open.

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Sinners, ruined by the fall!
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me,―to all,—
In a full perpetual tide,

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Opened when the Saviour died.
2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,-
Here the troubled, peace may find;
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more:--
3 He that drinks shall live for ever,—
'Tis a soul-reviving flood:

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God is faithful--God will never
Break his covenant in blood;-
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed, when he was glorified.

HYMN 262, 8s and 7s.

False and true Pleasures.

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