4 Then only believe,

And trust in his name;
He will not deceive,
Nor put you to shame;
But fully supply you

With all things in store;
Nor will he deny you
Because you are poor.

O! what a rapt'rous joy possest The tender parent's throbbing breast, To see his spendthrift son return, And all his former follies mourn!

2 So Jesus never will despise

The contrite heart for sacrifice; The deep fetch'd sigh, the secret groan Will rise accepted to the throne. 3 He meets, with tokens of his grace, The trembling lip, the blushing face; His bowels yearn when sinners pray, And mercy bears their sins away.

HYMN 61. L. M.

St. Peter's, Portugal.

C. WESLEY.

1 INNERS, obey the gospel word,
SINNERS,
Haste to the supper of your Lord:
Be wise to know your gracious day,
All things are ready, come away.

2 Ready the Father is to own And welcome his returning son, Ready the gracious Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit from above

To fill the broken heart with love,
T' apply and witness Jesus' blood,
And wash and seal you sons of God.
4 Ready for you the Angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate;
Tuning their harps by which they praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.

HYMN 62. L. M. C. WESLEY.
Surry, Warwick.

INNERS, approach your dying Lord,
And find your happiness restor❜d:
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace:
2 A pardon written with his blood,
The favor and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The trembling joys of penitence:
3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that tell your sins forgiv'n;
The sighs that waft your souls to heav'n.
4 Oh, quit this world's delusive charms,
And quickly fly to Jesus' arms;
Wrestle, until your God is known,—
Till you can call the Lord your own.

HYMN 63.

C. M.

WATTS.

'L'

Rochester, Braintree, Brighton.
Isa. Iv. 1, 2.

ET 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,
Who feed upon the wind,-
And vainly strive, with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind:-

3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd
A soul reviving feast;

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

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

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

5 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open all the day:

1

Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

H 'Tis God invites the fallen race;
O! every one that thirsts, draw nigh,

Mercy and free salvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

2 Ye nothing in exchange can give,
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
3 Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.

HYMN 65.

L. M.

Carthage, Surry.

Compel them.-Luke xiv. 25.

COME,

NOME, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd,
Ye weary wanderers after rest;

Ye poor and maim'd and halt and blind,
In Christ a hearty welcome find.

2 See him set forth before your eyes;
Behold the bleeding sacrifice!
His offer'd love with joy embrace,
Bow to the sceptre of his grace.

3 This message from your God receive,
Nor longer dare his Spirit grieve-
Yield to his love's constraining pow'r
And fight against your God no more,

HYMN 66. 8s.

MAXWELL.

Consolation, Lambeth, New-Jerusalem.

Excellencies of Christ.

1H How shall I his beauties declare ?

OW shall I my Saviour set forth?

Oh, how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,

Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace ;-
No! this is a myst'ry unknown.

2 In him all the fulness of God

For ever transcendently shines;
Tho' once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his gracious designs:
Tho' once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free;
His glory sustained no loss,

Eternal his kingdom shall be.

3 O sinner, believe and adore

The Saviour so rich to redeem;
No creature can ever explore

The treasures of goodness in him :
Come, all ye, who see yourselves lost,
And feel yourselves burden'd with sin,
Draw near while with terror you're toss'd,
Believe--and your peace shall begin.

HYMN 67. L. M.

Quito, Kent, Portugal.

WATTS.

The wonderful love of Christ.

Carden'd to stone, or froze to ice?

NOME, let me love, or is my mind

I see the blessed fair one bend,

And stoop t' embrace me from the skies!

2 Oh! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, And make a heart of iron move,