1 YE weary wanderers draw near, That know no folid peace or reft, Lay by each doubt and anxious fear, And lean upon your Saviour's breaft: All's ftolen fruit that can be found To chear the foul on nature's ground. 2 Come, for the gospel bids you come: JESUS for finners bled and dy'd; The facred word reports there's room, The Lamb he woos you for his bride; Your fouls fhall find a refting-place In th' arms of everlasting grace. 3 The day of finall things don't defpife; By poverty increase your ftore; The happy foul that's truly wife, Can richer grow by being poor: To melt in love, to fink in fhame, This be my wifh, be that my flame. 4 Give me a fympathizing foul, i 5 To bear thy fuff'rings on my heart, All earthly objects now give way, On thee by faith myself I'll stay, And tafte the pow'r of love divine; Redemption in thy blood is found, My anchor's caft on facred ground. HYMN 7. AT THE OPENING OF WORSHIP. NOW may the Spirit's holy fire, His waiting family infpire With joy, and peace, and love! 2 Thee we the Comforter confefs; 2 'Wake, heav'nly Wind, arife, and come, Blow on the drooping field; 4 5 Our spices then fhall breathe perfume, Touch with a living coal the lip Haften the reftitution-day, Which now corruption fhrouds; y New heav'ns and new earth difplay, With JESUS in the clouds. "display HYMN 8. ANOTHER. INCE more we come before our God, O may not duty feem a load, 2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit fend 3 May we receive the word we hear,, Hoard up the precious treasure there, 4 To feek thee all our hearts difpofe;: 5 Bid the refreshing north-wind 'wake; Let ev'ry plant the pow'r partake,.. 6 Revive the parch'd with heav'nly show'rs, The cold with warmth divine; And as the benefit is ours, Be all the glory thine. HYMN 9.. ANOTHER. ICOME, ye finners, come to JESUS, 2 3 Mercy flows on JESU's blood. Dearest Saviour, help thy fervant From thy fhining courts above. Now thy gracious word invites them Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them, O receive us, Let us find thy promis'd reft. HYMN IO. ANOTHER. LORD, we come before thee now, O do not our fuit difdain, Shall we feek thee, LORD, in vain? 2 LORD, on thee our fouls depend, 3. In thine own appointed way, 4 Send fome meffage from thy word, Full falvation to each heart.. 5 Comfort those who weep and mourn,, Let the time of joy return; Thofe that are caft down, lift up; Make them ftrong in faith and hope! 6 Grant that all may feek, and find Thee a gracious GoD and kind; Heal the fick, the captive free :: Let us all rejoice in thee! HYMN 11. THE SAME. WE magnify thy grace, O LORD; All things are ready, thou haft faid, 2 Now, LORD, allure our fouls to thee; O kindly bid us come and fee, And tafte how good thou art; Knock with the hammer of thy word, Knock by thy pow'rful Spirit, LoRD LORD, break into each heart!. |