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. A servant's form he meekly wears, He sojourns in a house of clay: His glory through a veil is seen, And God with God is man with 6. To you he calls, "My goodness 3. prove, My promises for all are free: 232. Wesley. T. 205. men. Behold our God incarnate stands, And calls his wandering creatures home; He all day long spreads out his hands, Come, weary souls, to Jesus come: Tho' ye be e'er so much oppress'd, Believe, and he will give you rest. 4. Ah, do not of his goodness doubt, His saving grace for all is free; SINNERS, would ye be healed? 2. His wounds are open fountains Or sands on ocean's shore: Do not delay one moment; Come to the Lamb of God. Hutton. (side; COME, weary souls, with sin dis- 2. Oppress'd with guilt, a painful To cleanse your guilt, and heal Pardon, and life, and endless peace; How rich the gift! how free the 4. Lord, we accept, with thankful 5. For you the healing current And bless the kind inviting voice. flow'd From the Redeemer's wounded 5. Dear Saviour! let thy powerful Languish'd for you the Son of God, For you the Prince of glory died: Believe, your sins shall be forgiv'n; nly believe, and yours is heaven. Watts. love (move; Confirm our faith, our fears reAnd sweetly influence every breast, And guide us to eternal rest. Mrs. Steele. T. 11. 238. 3. Mourning souls, dry up your Banish all your guilty fears; Now from bliss no longer rove, 5. Welcome, all by sin oppress'd, 6. Sing, ye ransom'd, to his praise, Tune your songs to grateful lays; Mortals, join the hosts above, Join to praise redeeming love. 7. When his Spirit leads us home, XIV. REPENTANCE UNTO LIFE. 239.* T. 132. LORD Jesus Christ, my sovereign good, Thou fountain of salvation, (days, F But should be hopeless and forlorn, 4. But thy reviving gospel-word, 5. Me, heavy laden sinner, hear, 6. Lord, I approach thy mercy-seat, Show pity and receive me: 7. O, for thy name's sake let me prove Thy mercy, gracious Saviour: 8. Thy joyful Spirit give me power, 240.* B. Ringwald. T. 132. OUT of the deep I cry to thee, 2. To gain remission of our sin, 241. T. 79. THOU God of glorious majesty, To thee, against myself, to thee, A worm of earth, I cry; An heir of endless bliss or pain, A half-awaken'd child of man, A guilty sinner born to die. 2. Lo, on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I Secure, insensible; (stand, A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or ever shuts me up in hell. 3. O God, mine inmost soul con- With godly jealousy and fear, 4. Resolve, my stubborn heart, and cleave To Jesus Christ alone: Would I all other objects leave, The work at once were done. 5. Vile worm, shouldst thou refuse Devoted unto him, (to 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 A vessel to thy praise, (me 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 thro' his poverty He richly might supply. 5. He's full of grace and truth inOf peace, of life and light; (deed, To all, 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; (pense, Whate'er might be the vast exHis 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. Erskine. |