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MANANAN Missionary YE wretched, bungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,
For every welcome guest,
He calls, he bids you conne;
But see, there yet is room.
There love and pity meet ;
That trembles at his feet.
The blessings of his love,
Of nobler joys above.
Before th eternal throne,
In ecstasies unknown.
Are welcome still to come;
Approach, there yet is room. 138
wwwmawanan Mariners. HEARTS of stone, relent, relent,
By the cross of Christ subdu'd;
See his body mangled, rent,
Cover'd with a gore of blood ! Sinful soul, what hast thou done ?
Murder'd God's eternal Son! Yes, our sins have done the deed,
Driven the nails that fix'd him there;
Pierc'd him with a cruel spear,
Pursue to death our Saviour God?
Trample on his precious blood ? Jesus, let thy murd'rers live, Whisper peace, and say forgive. 139
LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice,
With an inviting voice.
That feed upon the wind,
To fill an empty mind.
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites,
The rich provision taste.
And pine away and die ;
With springs that never dry.
In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
Stand open night and day.
And drive our wants away. 140
Ebenezer New. O WHAT amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found ! Suited to every sinner's case,
Who knows the joyful sound. Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls,
Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls
Abundant, free, and clear.
Your every burden bring ;
A deep celestial spring.
Whoever will, (O gracious word !)
May of this streamı partake;
And drink for Jesus' sake.
Have here found life and peace ; Come then and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless. 141 wormorsraces
Sheffield. SINNER, O why so thoughtless grown?
Why in such dreadful baste to die? Daring to leap to worlds unknown,
Heedless against thy God to fly! Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urg'd on by sin's fantastic dreams ? Madly attempt th' infernal gate,
And force thy passage to the flames ? Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains ;
Behold the God of love unfold The glories of his dying pains,
For ever telling; yet untold. 142
Dartford. SINNERS hear the Saviour's call;
He now is passing by :
He has pardons to impart,
Grace to save thee from thy fears;
And wipe away thy tears.
What throngs his throne surround;
Have full salvation found :
While he says, “There yet is room;"
Since Jesus calls thee, come. 143
SINNERS, the voice of God regard ;
'Tis mercy speaks to-day ;
From sin's destructive way.
You live devoid of peace;
Deprive your souls of ease.
Why will you persevere ?
Shut up in black despair ?
Renouncing every sin ;