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. 4 Lo, th' incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude; None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

5 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name;
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

194

1

YE

The Gospel Feast.

E 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;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,
But see, there yet is room.

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the Father, reconciled,
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be called a child,
And kindly welcomed home.

195

1

NOW

The accepted Time. 2 Cor. vi. 2.
OW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's facc.

Hart.

C. M.

Mrs. Steele.

S. M.

2 Now is th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late-
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.

196

1

THE

The Saviour's Invitation.

Dobell.

HE 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 Ye sinners, come-'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;

Mercy invites to heavenly joys,

And can you yet delay?

4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

197

1

YE

"Yet there is room.”

E dying sons of men,
Sunk deep in sin and wo,
The gospel's voice attend,

While Jesus sends to you;
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay;

3

No vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinners, come;
For every trembling soul there's room.
Compelled by bleeding love,

Ye wandering souls, draw near;

Mrs. Steele.

H. M.

Christ calls

you from above

His charming accents hear;

Let whosoever will, now come;
In mercy's arms there still is room.

198

1

THE

The Gospel Feast.

HE King of heaven his table spreads,
And dainties crown the board;

Not paradise, with all its joys,

Can such delight afford.

2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given,

Through the rich blood that Jesus shed
To raise the soul to heaven.

3 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.

4 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses frame;
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder's name.

199 "The word is nigh thee." Rom. x. 6—8.

1

SAY

AY not, sinner, in thy heart-
"Who shall ascend on high,
Call on Christ to take my part,
And bring him from the sky?"
Say not, in thy unbelief-

"Who will to the depths descend,
Tell the burdened sinner's grief,
And bring the sinner's Friend?"
2 No, the gracious word of faith

Hath taught thee better things;
"Inward turn thine eye," it saith,
While Christ to thee it brings:
Christ is ready to impart
Light and life to those who sigh;
"In thy mouth and in thy heart,
The word is ever nigh."

200

The Heavy-laden invited.

Boden.

C. M.

Doddridge.

7.6.

C. Wesley. (alt'd.)

1 "OME hither, all ye weary souls,

"Ce heavy-laden sinners, come;

L. M.

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"Bless'd 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."

4 Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith and hope and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.

201

1

YE

The Self-righteous invited.

E perishing and naked poor,
Who work, with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own,
That will not hide your sin;-
2 Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God,
Wrought by the labors of his Son,
And dyed in his own blood.

3 Great God, the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,

Deep as our helpless mis'ries are,

And boundless as our sins!

Watts.

C. M.

202

1

THE

The Voice of Free Grace.

Watts.

12s.

HE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain;

For Adam's lost race Christ hath opened a

fountain:

For sin and uncleanness and every transgression, His blood flows most freely in streams of salva

tion."

CHORUS.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hath bought us our pardon;
We'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan.

2 Ye souls that are wounded, to Jesus repair;
He calls you in mercy—and can you forbear?

Though your sins have arisen as high as a mountain,

His blood can remove them-it flows from the

fountain.

3 Bless'd Jesus, thou reignest exalted and glorious; O'er sin, death, and hell, thou art ever victorious; Thy name will we praise in the great congregation,

And triumph, ascribing to thee our salvation.

4 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;

With harps in our hands, we'll praise thee the

more;

We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the

river,

And sing of salvation for ever and ever.

203

1

The Sinner called,

RETURN and come to God;

Cast all your sins away;

Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood;
Repent, believe, obey.

2 Say not ye cannot come;

For Jesus bled, and died,

That none who ask in humble faith

Should ever be denied.

3 Say not ye will not come;

"Tis God vouchsafes to call;
And fearful will their end be found,

On whom his wrath shall fall.

4 Come then, whoever will,

Come while 'tis called to-day;

Flee to the Saviour's cleansing blood;

Thornby.

S. M.

Repent, believe, obey.

Doane.

204

"Behold, I stand at the Door." Rev. iii. 20. L. M.

1 BEHOLD a stranger at the door!

He gently knocks-has knocked before;

Has waited long-is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.