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292.

S. M.

ANONYMOUS.

The Spirit and the Bride say, Come.'

1 THE Spirit in our hearts

Is whispering, sinners, come!

The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, come!

2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, come!

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ the fountain come!

3 Yes, whosoever will,
O let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;
'Tis Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, I quickly come :
Lord, even so! I wait thy hour;
Jesus, my Savior, come!

293.

C. M.

*MRS. STEELE.

Invitation to the Gospel Feast.

1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast,

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest!

2 See, Jesus stands with

!

open arms
He calls, he bids you come ;-
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,—
But see, there yet is room!

3 In Jesus' condescending heart
Both love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart
That trembles at his feet.

4 Come then, and with his people taste
The blessings of his love;

While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before th' eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come :

Ye longing souls, the grace adore ;-
Approach, there yet is room.

294.

L. M.

The Same.

ANONYMOUS.

1 COME, sinners, to the gospel feast;
Let every soul be Jesus' guest;
Ye need not one be left behind,

For God hath bidden all mankind.

2 'Have me excused'- why will you say?—
From health, and life, and liberty,
From all that is in Jesus given,
From pardon, holiness, and heaven!

3 Come, then, ye souls by sin oppressed,
Ye weary wanderers after rest,

Ye

poor and maimed, halt and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find. 4 See him set forth before your eyes! Behold the bleeding sacrifice!

His boundless love doth all embrace; And we are freely saved by grace. 5 Ye who believe his record true Shall sup with him, and he with you; Come to the feast, you're saved from sin, And Jesus waits to take you in.

295.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS.

Ho, every one that thirsteth!?

1 YE thirsty souls, approach the spring
Where living waters flow;
Free to that sacred fountain, all
Without a price may go.

2 How long to streams of false delight
Will ye in crowds repair?

How long your strength and substance waste
On trifles light as air?

3 My stores afford those rich supplies
That health and pleasure give;
Incline your ear, and come to me;
The soul that hears shall live.

4 With you a covenant I will make,
That ever shall endure;

The hope which gladdened David's heart
My mercy hath made sure.

5 Behold, he comes! your leader comes,
With might and honor crowned;
A witness who shall spread my name
To earth's remotest bound.

6 See, nations hasten to his call
From every distant shore;

Islands unknown shall bow to him,
And Israel's God adore.

296.

C. M.

MRS. STEELE.

The Same.

1 THE Savior calls,-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;

Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.

3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your every pain;
Immortal fountain! full supplies!
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

4 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,-
And can you yet delay?

5 Dear Savior, draw reluctant hearts;
To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.

297.

C. M.

WATTS.

Invitation to the Gospel Feast,

1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind,-

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die

Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join ;

Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
6 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;-
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

298.

7s M.

MRS. BARBAULD.

The Weary, Pained, and Guilty, invited..
1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?
5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

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