Anon., 1830.

FINE.

Come, ye D. C.-He

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willing; doubt no more.

1 COME, ye sinners! poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, joined with power;
He is able,

He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Ho! ye needy! come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

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.

ZION.

Thomas Hastings, 1830.

Come, ye souls, by sin

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268.

Welcome to the Saviour.

1 COME, ye souls, by sin afflicted!

(555.)

Bowed with fruitless sorrow down, By the perfect law convicted, Through the cross, behold the crown; Look to Jesus;

Mercy flows through him alone.

2 Take his easy yoke, and wear it ;

Love will make obedience sweet; Christ will give you strength to bear it, While his wisdom guides your feet Safe to glory,

Where his ransomed captives meet.

3 Sweet, as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly-opened eyes,
Or full springs in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies;
All, who taste it,

Shall to rest immortal rise.

1 LISTEN, sinner! mercy hails you ;
With her sweetest voice she calls;
Bids you hasten to the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls :
Listen, sinner!

"T is the voice of mercy calls.

(557.)

2 See the storm of vengeance gathering
O'er the path you dare to tread !
Hark! the awful thunders rolling
Loud and louder o'er your Lead!
Flee, O sinner!

Lest the lightnings strike you dead.

3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Saviour;
Sue his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over ;-
Soon your life will pass away;
Hasten, sinner!

You must perish, if you stay.

Andrew Reed, 1817.

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Salvation.

1 SALVATION!-Oh! the joyful sound; 'Tis pleasure to our ears;

A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation!-let the echo fly
The spacious earth around;
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

1 COME, happy souls! approach your God,
With new melodious songs,
Come, render to almighty grace,
The tribute of your tongues.

2 So strange, so boundless was the love
That pitied dying men,

The Father sent his equal Son

To give them life again.

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus! were not armed With a revenging rod,

No hard commission to perform
The vengeance of a God.

4 But all was mercy, all was mild,

And wrath forsook the throne,

When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down.

Welcome to the Young.

1 YE HEARTS, with youthful vigor warm!
In smiling crowds draw near;
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3 The soul, that longs to see his face,
Is sure his love to gain;

And those, that early seek his grace,
Shall never seek in vain.

4 What object, Lord! my soul should move,
If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

5 Away, ye false, delusive toys!
Vain tempters of the mind;
'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
And here, true bliss I find.

Philip Doddridge, 1740.

1 YE WRETCHED, hungry, starving poor! Behold a royal feast,

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest.

2 Sec, 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 coul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 Oh! come, and, with his children, taste The blessings of his love:

While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejcico,
In ectasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;

Ye longing souls! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.

A thousand stings, within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 But he, that turns to God, shall live,
Through his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.

4 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;

Submit to him, your covereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

5 IIis love exceeds your highest thoughts; He pardons like a God;

He will forgive your numerous faults,
Through a Redeemer's blood.