3 The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes:
This day declares it all divine,
This day did Jesus rise.

4 This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made;

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let all the church be glad.

5 Hosanna to the King

Of David's royal blood:

Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring
Salvation from your God.

6 We bless thy holy word,

Which all this grace displays;
And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.

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Providence.

C. M.

God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

2 Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill,

He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sovereign will.

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for his grace;
Behind a frowning providence,
He hides a smiling face.

5 His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour:

The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

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Invitation. C. M.

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 Ye perishing and naked poor,
Who work with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own,
That will not hide your sin;

7 Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God,
Wrought by the labours of his Son,
And dyed in his own blood.

8 Great God, the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.

9 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;

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

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Come and Welcome. 8s, 7s, & 4s.
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
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 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 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;

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;

If you tarry, till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

5 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Maker prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him;

Hear Him cry, before He dies;

"It is finished!"

Sinner, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! the incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of his blood;
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name;
Hallelujah!

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Sinners here may sing the same.

Praise to God. L. M.

All people that on earth do dwell,

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice.
Him serve with mirth, his praise forth tell;
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

2 Know that the Lord is God indeed,
Without our aid He did us make:
We are his flock, He doth us feed,
And for his sheep He doth us take.

3 O! enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud and bless his name always,
For it is seemly so to do.