Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love, and power: : He is able, He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more. :|
Now, ye needy, come, and welcome:
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh,
: Without money, without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. :|
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, this He gives you; 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. : Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Bruised and mangled by the fall; If you tarry till you're better,

You will never come at all; :Not the righteous, not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. :|| Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Maker prostrate lies; On the bloody tree behold him!

Hear him cry, before he dies, :"It is finished!" "It is finished!" Sinners, will not this suffice?:||

Joseph Hart, 1759.

8s & 7s.

God is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens;
God is wisdom, God is love.
Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;

God is wisdom, God is love.
E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth
God is wisdom, God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above;
Everywhere his glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is love.
John Bowring, 1825.

There am I in the midst. Matt. xviii. 20.

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Far from mortal cares retreating,
Sordid hopes and vain desires,
Here, our willing footsteps meeting,
Every heart to heaven aspires.
From the Fount of glory beaming,

Light celestial cheers our eyes,
Mercy from above proclaiming

Peace and pardon from the skies. Who may share this great salvation? Every pure and humble mind, Every kindred, tongue and nation, From the dross of guilt refined. Blessings all around bestowing, God witholds his care from none, Grace and mercy ever flowing

From the fountain of his throne. Every stain of guilt abhorring, Firm and bold in virtue's cause, Still thy providence adoring,

Faithful subjects to thy laws; Lord, with favor still attend us,

Bless us with thy wondrous love; Thou our Sun and Shield defend us, All our hope is from above.

804

John Taylor, 1760.

Jesus Christ, our Lord and Saviour,

Who hath bid us come to thee,

Now extend to us thy favor,

Little children though we be;
Low we humbly bend before thee,
All unworthy of thy love;
Lord of life, and light, and glory,
Hear us from thy throne above.
Thou who holdest high dominion
Over air, and earth, and sea,
Yet didst bless the little children

That of old were brought to thee:
Lord, this day we ask thy blessing,
Send thy Holy Spirit down;
May we all, our sins confessing,
Thee our Lord and Saviour own.
Unknown, ab. cir. 1870?

He careth for you. 1 Pet. v. 7.

803-807

8s & 78.

Yes, for me the Saviour careth
With a brother's tender care;
Yes, with me, with me he shareth
Every burden, every fear.
Yes, o'er me, o'er me he watcheth,
Ceaseless watcheth, night and day,
Yes, and even me he snatcheth
From the perils of the way.

Yes, for me he standeth pleading
At the mercy-seat above;
Ever for me interceding,

Constant in untiring love.
Yes, in me abroad he sheddeth
Joys unearthly,-love and light;
And to cover me, he spreadeth
His paternal wing of might.
Yes, in me, in me he dwelleth;—
I in him, and he in me.
And my empty soul he filleth,

Here and through eternity.
Thus I wait for his returning,

Singing till he come from heaven, Such the joyful song of morning, Such the tranquil song of even.

806

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain. 8s & 78.
Rev, v. 12.

With the mouth our Lord confessing,
Now we magnify his name;
Worship, honor, glory, blessing,
Be to God, and to the Lamb.
Heaven and earth take up the story;
Wide the joyful sound proclaim;
Tell his resurrection glory,

Praise the Lamb for sinners slain.
H., 1884.

Watchman, what of the night? 8s & 7s.

Isa. xxi, 11.

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2 Watchman, see! the light is beaming
Brighter still upon the way!
Signs thro' all the earth are gleaming,
Omens of the coming day.
When the Jubal Trumpet, sounding,
Shall awake, from land and sea,
All the saints of God now sleeping,
Clad in immortality.

3 Watchman, hail the light ascending
Of the grand Sabbatic year,
All with voices loud portending

That the kingdom's very near. Pilgrim, yes, I see, just yonder,

Canaan's glorious height arise;
Salem, too, appears in grandeur,
Towering 'neath its cloudless skies.

4 Watchman, in that golden city,
Seated on his jasper throne,
Zion's King, enthroned in beauty,
Reigns in peace from zone to zone.
There, on sun-lit hills and mountains,
Golden beams serenely glow;
Pearly streams and crystal fountains,

On their banks sweet flow'rets grow.

5 Watchman, see! the land is nearing, With its vernal fruits and flowers!

On! just yonder, oh, how cheering,

Bloom forever Eden's bowers.
Hark! the choral strains there ringing,
Wafted on the balmy air!

See the millions! hear them singing!
Soon the pilgrims will be there!

Sidney Smith Brewer, ab. 1853.

There remaineth therefore a rest. 88 & 7s.

Heb. iv. 9.

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This is not my place of resting.
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hasting-

On to my eternal home.
In it all is light and glory;

O'er it shines a nightless day; Every trace of sin's sad story,

All the curse hath passed away. There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us By the streams of life along, On the freshest pastures feeds us, Turns our sighing into song. Soon we pass this desert dreary, Soon we bid farewell to pain; Never more are sad or weary, Never, never sin again.

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

814-815

Zion.

Thomas Hastings, 1830.

814

Rev. i. 7.

Behold, He cometh with clouds.88,78&48. 2 Every eye shall now behold him,

Robed in dreadful majesty: Those who set at naught and sold him, Pierced, and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing,

Shall the true Messiah see.

3 When the solemn trump has sounded, Heaven and earth shall flee away: All who hate him must, confounded, Hear the summons of that day; "Come to judgment, Come to judgment! come away!" 4 Now the Saviour, long expected, See, in solemn pomp, appear; All his saints, by man rejected, Now shall meet him in the air; Hallelujah!

See the day of God appear. 5 Yea, amen, let all adore thee, High on thine eternal throne; Saviour, take thy power and glory; Make thy righteous sentence known; Oh, come quickly,

Claim the kingdom for thine own.

V. 1, 2, 5, C. Wesley, 1758.

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On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion, long in hostile lands:

Mourning captive!

God himself shall loose thy bands. Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end;
Great deliverance

Zion's King will surely send.
Enemies no more shall trouble,

All thy wrongs shall be redress'd, For thy shame thou shalt have double, In thy Maker's favor bless'd.

All thy conflicts
End in everlasting rest.

Thomas Kelly, 1806.