3 Ye heavy-laden, sin-sick souls, See from the Rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls From Jesus, made a sacrifice.

4 Nothing you in exchange need give;

Leave all you are and have behind;
Thankful the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
5 In search of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unavailing strife:
Whither, ah! whither would ye go?
Christ hath the words of endless life.
6 To you he calls, My goodness
My promises for all are free: [prove,
O taste my everlasting love,
And let your souls delight in me.
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280.

SINNERS, hear the joyful news,

God, your Maker, is your friend: Think not, that his wrath pursues, That his curses you attend: As I live, Jehovah saith, I do not desire your death; Rather, rather would I see Each poor sinner turn to me.

2 O then turn to him and live,

Turn to him with all your wo; He is ready to forgive,

Ready blessings to bestow: Outstretch'd see his arms of love, Haste his tender heart to prove; Haste, ye sinners, you will find Jesus casteth none behind.

YE sinners, in the gospel trace
The friend and Saviour of mankind;
Not one of all the apostate race,
But may in him salvation find:
His thoughts, his words and actions
prove,

His life and death-that God is love.

2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears
The sins of all the world away:
A servant's form he meekly wears,
He dwells within a house of clay :
His glory through a veil is seen,
And God with God is man with men.

3 Behold our God incarnate stands, And calls his wandering creatures home;

mine.

NOW begin the heavenly theme,
Praise ye Jesus' saving name;
Ye who Jesus' kindness prove,
2 Ye who see the Father's grace
Triumph in redeeming love.
Beaming in the Saviour's face;
As to heaven ye onward move,
Praise and bless redeeming love.
3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
Jesus will your guilt remove,
Prompted by redeeming love.
4 Ye, alas, who long have been
Willing slaves of death and sin;
Now from bliss no longer rove,
Stop and taste redeeming love.
5 Welcome all by sin oppress'd,
Welcome all to Jesus Christ;
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love.

6 He subdued the infernal powers;
His tremendous foes and ours
From their cursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.

7 Sing, ye ransom'd to his praise,
Tune your songs to grateful lays;
Mortals, join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love.

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T. 132.

LORD Jesus Christ, my sovereign good,

Thou fountain of salvation, Behold how sin's most dreadful load Fills me with condemnation: My sins indeed are numberless; O Lord, regard my deep distress, Relieve my guilty conscience. 2 In pity look upon my need, Remove thou my oppression:

Since thou hast suffer'd in my stead,
And paid for my transgression,
Let me not yield to dark despair,
Nor live in constant dread and fear
Of death and condemnation.
3 When I review my mis-spent days,
I feel a heavy burden;
Reflecting on my trespasses,

I scarce could hope for pardon, But should be hopeless and forlorn, Uncertain where for help to turn, If I had not thy promise.

4 But thy reviving gospel-word, Which leads me to salvation, Doth joy unspeakable afford,

And lasting consolation:
This tells me, thou wilt not disdain
A broken heart, replete with pain,
That turns to thee, O Jesus.

5 Me, heavy-laden sinner, hear,
To thee I make confession;
To my complaints now lend an ear,
Regard my supplication:
My longing is, O wash me clean
From every spot and stain of sin,
Like David and Manasseh.

6 Lord, I approach thy mercy-seat,
And pray thee to forgive me;
With contrite heart I thee entreat,
Show pity and receive me;
Cast all my sins and trespasses
Into the ocean of thy grace,

And them no more remember. 7 Oh! for thy name's sake, let me

prove

Thy mercy, gracious Saviour: The yoke which galls me, soon reRestore me to thy favour: [move, Thy love shed in my heart abroad, That I may live to thee my God,

And yield thee true obedience. 8 Thy joyful Spirit gives me power, Thy stripes leal my diseases; Apply thy blood at my last hour

To save me, dearest Jesus: Then to thy promised rest me bring, That with the ransom'd I may sing Thy praise above for ever.

My sins, which have abounded,
And my poor soul confounded.
4 Through thy atoning blood,
That precious healing food,
Purge off all sin and sadness,
And fill my heart with gladness;
Lord, hear thou my confession,
And blot out my transgression.
5 Thou shalt my comfort be,
Since thou hast died for me:
I am by thee acquitted
Of all I e'er committed;
My sins by thee were carried,
And in thy tomb interred.
6 I know my poverty;
But ne'ertheless for me
Are all good gifts procured,
Since Jesus hath endured:
Thus strengthen'd, I may banish
All fears; my foes must vanish.
7 Christ, thy atoning blood,
The sinner's highest good,
Is powerful to deliver,
And free the soul for ever
From all claim of the devil,
And cleanse us from all evil.

8 Lord Jesus Christ, in thee
I trust eternally:

I know I shall not perish,
But in thy kingdom flourish;
Since thou hast death sustained,
Life is for me obtained.

OUT of the deep I cry to thee,

My God, with heart's contrition; Bow down thine ear in grace to me, And hear thou my petition; For if in judgment thou wilt try Man's sin and great iniquity,

Ah! who can stand before thee?

2 To gain remission of our sin,
No work of ours availeth:
We're helpless, guilty, and unclean,
Unless God's grace prevaileth;
We're 'midst our fairest actions lost,
And none 'fore him of aught can

We live alone thro' mercy. [boast;

O LORD, afford a sinner light,
In darkness still I stray;
Star of the soul, appear in sight,
And show the narrow way.

2 That way is holy, Christians true
Alone may walk therein,
Who thro' thy powerful grace subdue
The world, the flesh, and sin.

3 Cold is my love, hence sin doth reign,

And grief corrodes my heart; With things, whose only fruit is I'm not inclined to part. [pain, 4 Resolve, my stubborn heart, and To Jesus Christ alone: [cleave Would I all other objects leave,

The work at once were done.

5 Vile worm, shouldst thou refuse to
Devoted unto him,
[be
Who died upon the cross for thee,
And did thy soul redeem?

6 Redeeming Lord, O be thou mine,
My Saviour, Sun, and Shield,
Thy blood and death have made me
To thee myself I yield. [thine,
7 Mould me as clay, and fashion me
A vessel to thy praise,
Adorn'd with righteousness by thee,
And sanctified through grace:-

8 So shall I walk the narrow way,
By thee, my Day-star led:
And love divine, thy heavenly ray,
Shall o'er my path be shed.

THE Lord first empties whom he fills,

Casts down whom he would raise; He quickens, when the letter kills, Exalting thus his praise.

2 All fears and terrors, when he At once must disappear; [smiles, The bruised and wounded heart he heals,

And feeds with heavenly cheer.

3 When he applies his healing blood Unto a sin-sick soul, [good, This balsam, powerful, precious, Ne'er fails to make it whole.

4 He freely laid his majesty And all his glory by,

That our wants through his poverty
He richly might supply.

5 He's full of grace and truth indeed,
Of peace, of life and light;
To ali, that helpless sinners need,
He gives thy soul a right.

6 Tho' heaven's his throne, he came from thence

To seek and save the lost; Whate'er might be the vast expense His love would bear the cost.

7 On us he spent his life and blood, Our losses to retrieve: [good Mankind's redemption now holds For sinners who believe.

THE Lord descended from above,
Our loss of Eden to retrieve;
O God of mercy, grace, and love,
If all the world in thee may live,
In me a quickening spirit be,
And witness thou hast died for me.

2 Thou loving, all-atoning Lamb,
By all thy pain and agony,
Thy bloody sweat, thy grief and
shame,

Thy cross and passion on the tree, Thy meritorious death, I pray, Take all, take all my sins away.

3 I'll be like Magd'len at thy feet, And humbly bathe them with my

tears;

IN thee, O Christ, is all my hope,
My comfort 's all in thee;
Since I'm assured thy mercy 's nigh,
And that thou stand'st by me.

2 Me, nor the saints on earth can help,

Nor angels near thy throne: To thee I run, thy help to find, In thee I trust alone.

3 I feel the load of sin so vast, It sinks me to the grave: But let thy blood wash out my sins,

Since me thou cam'st to save.

4 Clothed in thy righteousness di-
O may I see thy face, [vine,
Receive the promise from above,
That I'm restored by grace.

5 on me, thy helpless worm, O Lord,
A living faith bestow;
That I thy mercy, truth, and love,
May by experience know.

LONG I strove my God to love,
Long I strove his laws to keep,
Fain would fix my thoughts above,
Faintly hoped I was his sheep;
But my striving all proved vain,
Still I found my heart in pain;
Yet ne'er all my vileness saw,
Till declared accursed by law.

2 When with sense of guilt opprest
All my soul was sunk in fear,
Pain and anguish fill'd my breast;
Then did Jesus Christ appear;
Not with vengeance in his eyes,
No, but as a sacrifice
Acceptable unto God;

Glorious offering, precious blood!
3 He was offer'd on the tree,
Jesus, the unspotted Lamb;
Worthy truth, great mystery
!

By his blood salvation came,
By his stripes my wounds are heal'd,
By his death God's love reveal'd;

SAVIOUR of thy chosen race,
View me from thy heavenly throne;
Give the sweet relenting grace,
Soften thou this heart of stone;

Stone to flesh, O God, convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
2 By thy Spirit, me reprove,
All my inmost sins reveal:
Sins against thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins, that crucified my God,
Sins, for which he shed his blood.

3 Jesus, seek thy wandering sheep, Make me restless to return;

Bid me look on thee and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn;
Till I can, by grace restored,
Say, thou know'st I love thee, Lord.
4 Might I in thy sight appear,
As the publican, distress'd;
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast:
Utter the poor sinner's plea,
God, be merciful to me.

5 Ah, remember me for good,
Passing thro' this mortal vale:
Show me thy atoning blood,
When my strength and courage fail;
Let me oft in spirit see
Jesus, crucified for me.

AH! whither should I go,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?
My Saviour bids me come,

Ah, why should I delay ?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stray.

2 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part?
Which will not let my Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
Some cursed thing unknown
Must surely lurk within,

Some idol, which I will not own,
Some secret bosom-sin.