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L. M.

METHODIST COL.

Envitation to Sinners.

1 COME, then, ye sinners, to your Lord,
In Christ to paradise restor❜d;
His proffer'd benefits embrace;
The plentitude of gospel-grace:

2 A pardon written with his blood,
The favor and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence:

3 The godly grief, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;

The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven:

4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness;

The genuine, meek humility;

The wonder, "Why such love to me!"

5 The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love!

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8 & 7s. M.

METHODIST COL.

Envitation to Sinners.

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

He is willing, doubt no more.

2 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,

"T is the spirit's struggling beam.

3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden;
Bruised and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you 're better,
You will rever come at all.
Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call.

4 Agonizing in the garden,

Blessed Jesus prostrate lies;
On the bloody cross behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"

Sinner, will not this suffice.

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5 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 do the same.

7s. M. 61. METHODIST COL.

1 WHY not now, my God, my God!
Ready if thou always art,
Make in me thy mean abode,

Take possession of my heart:
If thou canst so greatly bow,
Friend of sinners, why not now?

2 God of love, in this my day,
For thyself to thee I cry:
Dying, —if thou still delay,
Must I not forever die?
Enter now thy poorest home,
Now, my utmost Saviour, come!

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1 PART in peace! is day before us?
Praise his name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us?
Bless his care who guards the night.

2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,

Tranquil memory to the dead.

3 Part in peace! such are the praises
God our Maker loveth best;
Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.

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L. M.

PIERPONT.

O THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!

Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

O, Thou to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of prophet-bards was strung,
To thee, at last, in every clime

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung.

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Lord's Day.

L. M.

STENNETT.

The Christian Sabbath Morning.

1 Another six days' work is done,
Another Sabbath is begun ;

Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest;
Improve the day that God hath blest.

20 that our thoughts and thanks may rise,
As grateful incense, to the skies,

And draw from Heaven that sweet repose,
Which none but he that feels it knows!

3 This heavenly calm, within the breast,
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest,
Which for the church of God remains,
The end of cares, the end of pains.

4 In holy duties let the day

In holy pleasures — pass away;
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend,
In hope of one that ne'er shall end!

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