99. L. M. WATTS, altered.

Glory and Grace in the Perfon of Chrift.

NOW

TOW to the Lord a grateful fong! Awake, my foul, awake, my tongue : Hofannah to th' eternal name,

And all his boundless love proclaim.

See where it fhines in Jefus' face,
The brightest Image of his grace;
God, in the perfon of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

The fpacious earth and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wife and pow'rful God;
And thy rich glories from afar,
Sparkle in ev'ry rolling ftar.

But in his looks a glory ftands,
The nobleft labor of thy hands!
The pleafing luftre of his eyes,
Outshines the wonders of the skies.

Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
Exult, my foul, at Jefus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the found;
Ye heav'ns, reflect it to the ground!

Oh that we all may reach the place,
Where he reveals his lovely face!
There all his beauties to behold,
And fing his name to harps of gold!

INVITATIONS AND PROMISES.

100. C. M.

TOPLADY'S Col.

Sinners Invited.

what amazing Words of grace Are in the gofpel found!

Suited to ev'ry finner's cafe,

Who knows the joyful found.

Poor, finful, thirsty, fainting souls

Are freely welcome here:
Salvation like a river rolls,
Abundant, free, and clear.

Draw near, with all your wants and wounds;
Your ev'ry burden bring:
Here love, unchanging love, abounds;
A deep celeftial fpring..

This fpring with living water flows,

And living joy imparts:

Come, thirfty fouls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.

Millions of finners, vile as you,

Have here found life and peace : Come then, and prove its virtues too; And drink, adore, and bless.

Another.

O! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh;
Salvation fuits the finner's cafe ;

Mercy and free falvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

Nothing ye in exchange may give;
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jefus find.
For Sinners Jefus deign'd to bleed,
And finners in his kingdom fhare;
Who comes as fuch, and feels his need,
Shall find a kind reception there.

102. S. M.

WATTS'S H.

Another.

HE Lord on high proclaims

ΤΗ His Godhead from his throne;

Juftice and Mercy are the names,
"Whereby I will be known:

"Ye dying fouls, that fit
"In darkness and distress,
"Look from the borders of the pit
"To my recov'ring grace."

Sinners thall hear the found;

Their thankful tongues fhall own,

"Our righteousness and ftrength are found "In thee, O Lord, alone.”

In thee fhall Ifr'el truft,

And fee their guilt forgiv'n:

God thall pronounce the finners juft,
And take the faints to heav'n.

103. Sevens. MORTON'S Col.

Another.

HRIST hath bleffings to impart, Grace to fare thee from thy fears: O the love that fills his heart!— Sinner, wipe away thy tears. Why art thou afraid to come? Why afraid to tell thy cafe? He will not pronounce thy doom Smiles are feated on his face. Tho' his majesty be great, Yet his mercy is no less : Tho' he thy tranfgreffions hate, Jefus feels for thy diftress. Raise thy downcaft eyes, and fee, Numbers do his throne furround; These were finners once, like thee, But have full falvation found. Yield not then to unbelief,

Courage foul!" there yet is room!"

Tho' of finners thou art chief,

Come, thou burden'd finner come.

104. C. M.

COM

Another.

CENNICK.

NOME, guilty fouls, and flee away To Chrift, and heal your wounds ; This is the welcome gofpel day, Wherein free grace abounds.

God lov'd the church, and gave his Son
To drink the cup of wrath
And Jefus faith he'll cast out none,
That come to him by faith.

105 8. 4. RAY's Col.,

Another.

ARK, hark! the gospel-trumpet founds,
Thro' the wide earth the echo bounds:

Pardon and peace by Jefus' blood,

Rebels are reconcil'd to God,

And led into the heav'nly road,
By grace divine !

Come finners hear the joyful news,
Nor longer dare the grace refufe
Mercy and juftice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
While boundless love in ev'ry line
Invites you near.

Ye faints in glory, ftrike the lyre;
Ye mortals, catch the facred fire;
Let both the Savior's love proclaim,
And spread abroad his matchless fame
For ever worthy is the Lamb

Of endless praise.

106.

Helmfley T. HART."

Come and welcome to Jefus Chrift.

COME

T

NOME, ye finners, vile and wretched,
Weak and wounded, fick and poor!