HYMN 298. L. M.

Bowen. [b or *]

Jesus a Guest. Rev. iii, 20.

e1 BEHOLD the Saviour at thy door'

He gently knocks, has knocked before;

Has waited long, is waiting still,

You treat no other friend so ill.

a 2 O lovely attitude!-he stands

With melting heart, and outstretched hands!
O matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.
b 3 Admit him ;-for the human breast,
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest;
Admit him;-or the hour's at hand,
When at his door denied you'll stand.
-4 "Open my heart, Lord, enter in,
Slay every foe, and
conquer sin :
I now to thee my all resign,
My body, soul, and all are thine."

HYMN 299. 7s.

Evening Hymn. [b]

"Why will ye die? O House of Israel !” Ezek. xviii, 31.

e 1

SIN

ye

die?

INNERS! turn-why will
God, your Maker, asks you why:

God, who did your being give-
Made you with himself to live:
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands:
Why, O thankless creatures! why
Will ye spurn his love, and die?

o 2 Sinners! turn-why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why:
He who his own life did give,
That ye might for ever live:
Will you let him die in vain,
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, O ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
b 3 Sinners! turn-why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why:
He who all your lives hath strove-
Moved you to embrace his love—
Will ye not his love receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, O long-sought sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God and die?

WESLEY

HYMN 300. 7s. Evening Hymn.

e 1 ET the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;

Who their God can never know,
Let their spirit downward go.
o You for higher ends were born:
You may all to God return:
Dwell with him above the sky:
Why will ye for ever die ?

e 2 What could your Redeemer do,
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his flow of love,

All his drawings from above,
Why will ye your Lord deny?
Why will ye for ever die?

s 1

[b or *]

WESLEY'S COL

HYMN 301. 7s. Pilgrim. [b or *]

INNER! rouse thee from thy sleep,
Wake-and o'er thy folly weep;

Raise thy spirit dark and dead;

Jesus waits his light to shed.

2 Wake from sleep, arise from death,
See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path; be wise ;-
Leave thy folly, seek the skies.

3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime,
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay,
Evil is the mortal day.

4 Be not blind, and foolish still,
Called of Jesus, learn his will:
Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed his light.

EPIS. COL.

HYMN 302. S. M. St. Thomas. [b]

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 face.

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.

DOBELL.

HYMN 303. 8, 7, & 4. Tamworth. [b or *]

Sinners invited to Christ.

Mat. xi, 28–30.

NOME, ye sinners, poor and wretched;
This is your accepted hour;

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more!
o 2 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous-

Sinners Jesus came to call.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel the need of Him;
This he gives you;

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. e 4 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo, your Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"

Sinners, will not this suffice?
5 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.

s 6 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.

HART.

HYMN 304. 8,7 & 4. Calvary. [*] •1How with sweetest voice she calls; EAR, O sinner! mercy hails you,

e

Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls:
Trust in Jesus,

'Tis the voice of mercy calls.

o 2 Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour,-
Seek his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over;
Soon your life will pass away!
Haste to Jesus,

You must perish, if you stay.

HYMN 305. 12s.

New Jerusalem. [*]

Free Grace.

THE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the

。1 mountain:""

For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened a fountain: For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation.

CHORUS.

s Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon, We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair, Now he calls you in mercy-and can you forbear? Though your sins are increased as high as a moun. tain,

His blood can remove them-it flows from the foun

tain.

3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious;

O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious:
With shouting proclaim it-oh trust in his passion,—
He saves us most freely-oh precious salvation!
4 Our Jesus his name now proclaims all victorious,
He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious;
To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,
And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation.

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

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,

And sing of salvation for ever and ever

THORNBY

HYMN 306.

o 1

COME

7s. Evening Hymn. [bor*]
Matt. xi, 28.

OME, ye weary sinners, come,
All, who feel your heavy load :
Jesus calls the wand'rers home;
Hasten to your pard'ning God:
Come, ye guilty souls oppressed,
Answer to the Saviour's call:

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Come, and I will give you rest:
Come, and I will save you all."
e 2 Jesus, full of truth and love,
We thy kindest call obey,
Faithful let thy mercies prove,
Take our load of guilt away:
Weary of this war within,
Weary of this endless strife,
Weary of ourselves and sin,
Weary of a wretched life.

3 Burdened with a world of grief, Burdened with our sinful load, Burdened with this unbelief, Burdened with the wrath of God, o Lo, we come to thee for ease, True and gracious as thou art; Now our weary souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart. HYMN 307. L. M.

VILLAGE HYMNS.

Park Street. [b]

"Return unto me."

01 RETURN, O wanderer, return!

And seek thine injured Father's face : Those new desires which in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return! e He hears thy deep repentant sigh: He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no intruding ear is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer, return! Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live: Go to his feet; and grateful, learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 84 Return, O wanderer, return! And wipe away the falling tear : Thy Father calls-" No longer mourn!" "Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

COLLYER.