Free salvation be our boast, Loving God, and all mankind. 2 Rise! ye heralds of the Lord, Take the breast-plate, shield, and sword, Learn on Jesus to depend, Fill'd with all his constant mind. 3 Sound the gospel trumpet, sound To the earth's remotest bound; By the rich, atoning blood, We shall then be free indeed. Shield us by thy mighty power, Brings us, with the throng above, 55. 11's. The Missionary's Delight. O HOW I am pleas'd through the desert to rove, And point the wild-man of the forest above! To be but the index to point out the road, Through Christ the Redeemer, to one living God. 2 That God lov'd the world, which by sin is undone, So lov'd it he gave up to death his dear Son : Did Christ, the Redeemner, die for the wild-man?" 3 He died for the Indian, the Greenlander too; He bled for the Burman,-poor negroes, for you! O, how I delight through the desert to rove, And point the wild-man of the forest above! 4 O, blessed Redeemer, look down from thy throne, And bid the poor wild-man no longer to roam; of thy mercy descend froin above, And capture the wild-man, and tame him to love, INVITATIONS. 56. 7. 6. Mourners Invited. And go with us above; He'll fill it with his love; He kindly now invites us, And holds us out a crown, And angels hover round us, To guide us safely home. 2 Farewell to old companions, We're bound to worlds unknown ; With pity we look down; But if you will not go, And bid you all adieu. 3 Could we but hope to meet you When we arrive at home, Twould heighten our enjoyment Whilst we are trav’lling on:O come, poor careless sinner, And view the Lamb of God Beneath your load of sorrow, And sweating drops of blood ! 4 No longer dare to linger, But look to Calvary, Expiring on the tree; To penitential griefFly to the dear Redeemer, And there obtain relief. THE PENITENT. 57. 11. 12. The broken heart encouraged. How sad is rnyatate! says the heart-broken sinner Not one ray of comfort arises for me! And is there no refuge t shield me from danger ? No covert to which the aistressed may flee? Alas! I'm a wreteh, on the brink of destruction, Whose heart, all polluted by Satan's seduction, Has urg'd me astray from the Saviour's instruction, Whose love is unbounded, whose mercy is free. 2 Mount Sinai in thunder discharges its fire, And justice purs'es me, how awful its claim! • The soul that has sinned shall surely be slain: Thy love is unbounded, thy mercy is free. My heart, though polluted, I give unto thee; Unworthy and poor, I acknowledge the off“'ring; Yet, 0, kind Redeemer! remember thou me! The means of thy grace, I have long, long neglected And like the mad Legion, thy mercy rejected; But Legion subdu’d, was by Jesus accepted, His love is unbounded, his mercy is free. To Jesus for mercy on my sinking soul ; At Bethesda, still I will wait at the pool : His love is unbounded, his mercy is free. To thee. O my Saviour, I look for relief; present my petition, His love is unbounded, his mercy is free. To view him arising and claiming his throne, 1 O'erpowers my heart with a mingied emotion O take it, my Saviour, and seal it toy own While gazing and singing, I rise into raplure,Sway, triumphant Jesus! the gospel, thy sceptre ; The vilest of rebels, I know thou canst conquer : Thy love is unbounded, thy mercy is free. : Thy pardoning grace, how unbounded the blessing! I feel it in torrents run down from above; Let gratitude rise unto God without ceasing, Until we ascend to the ocean of love; There, there we shall meet this exalted Redeemer, There, there all the ransom’d, united together, Shall swell the sweet chorus for ever and ever, * His love is unbounded, his mercy is free! 58. 7.6. Anon. The Penitent's Plea. ; Thy blessing to receive; Thy blood was shed for me. 2 On the throne as newly slain, To thee I lift mine eye; Thy blood is ever nigh: Thou art, and wilt for ever be.--Friend, &c. 3 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay, Nor can thy grace procure; For I, thou know'st, am poor; Q |