4 The overflowing power of grace, 164. C. M. Steele. The Saviour's Invitation. John vii. 37. T HE Saviour calls-let every ear 2 For every thirsty longing heart, 3 Here, springs of sacred pleasure rise 4 Ye mourners, come,-'tis mercy's voice Mercy invites to heavenly joys- 5 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink, and never die. 165. C. M. Yet there is room. Steele. Luke xiv. 22. YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast! Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every willing guest. 2 See, Jesus stands with open arms! Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,- 3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart; 4 O come, and with his children taste The Weary and Heavy-laden Invited. The kind, the gracious call obey, 2 Here, mercy's boundless ocean flows, 4 Dear Saviour, let thy powerful love Come and see. John i. 46. JESUS, dear name, how sweet it sounds! 2 He left the shining courts on high, 3 Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart, "Till death had done its dreadful part; His boundless love extends to thee, Come, trembling sinner, come and see.' 4 His blood can cleanse the foulest stain, 168. L. M. Dobell's Selection. I will in no wise cast out. John vi. 37. HARK! 'tis the Saviour's voice I hear, Come, trembling souls, dismiss your fear; He saith, and who his word can doubt? 'I will in no wise cast you out." 2 Approach your God, make no delay, 169. C..M. Jones. I will go in unto the King. Esther iv. 16. COME, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, sin 2 I'll go to Jesus, though my 2 3 3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 4 I'll to the gracious King approach, my touch, 5 Perhaps he will admit my plea, 6 I can but perish if I go; 7 'But if I die with mercy sought This were to die-delightful thought!— 170. 6. 6. 6. 6. 8. 8. Dobell's Selection. . God, Gracious and Precious. Psalm cxxxix. 17. [NDULGENT God, how kind Whose dark, benighted mind, Yet now subdu'd by sovereign grace, Preserv'd in Jesus, when My feet made haste to hell; A sinner sav'd by blood; And in his sacred bosom see Eternal thoughts of love to me. 171. L. M. Watts. God dwells with the humble. Isa. lvii. 15, 16. T 'But I descend to worlds below, 'On earth I have a mansion too. 2 The humble soul my words revive, 'I bid the mourning sinner live, 'Heal all the broken hearts I find, 'And ease the sorrows of the mind.' 3 O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair, and die! Thus shall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy chast'ning love. 172. L. M. Watts. Christ's invitation to sinners. Co Mat. xi. 28-30. NOME hither, all ye weary souls, 'Ye heavy-laden sinners, come; 'I'll give you rest from all your toils, 'And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 Blest is the man whose shoulders take 'My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, 'My grace shall make the burden light. 3 Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. 173. C. M. Toplady's Collection. Crist, and heal your wounds; This is the welcome gospel day, |