3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor, Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; And with news of consolation,

Chase away the falling tears:
Tender heralds-

Chase away the falling tears.

4 False professors, groveling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford: We entreat you,

Take the warnings they afford.

5 Who hath our report believed?
Who received the joyful word?
Who embrac'd the news of pardon,
Offered to you by the Lord?
Can you slight it-
Offered to you by the Lord?

6 O, ye angels hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way;
Hasten to the court of heaven,

Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners

Glad the message will obey.

Allen.

122. Return. L. M.

1 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek an injured Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,

His hand shall heal thine inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return

And wipe away the falling tear
'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn,"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

Collyer.

123. Why will you die? T's.
1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you, why?
God, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
2 Will ye let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you, why?
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Woo'd you to embrace his love.
4 Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God, and die?

Wesley.

124. The accepted Time. S. M.
1 Now is the accepted time,

Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.

2 Now is the accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it

may be too late-
Then why should you delay?

3 Now is the accepted time,
The Gospel bids you come;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.

4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,

And feast them with thy love; Then will the angels clap their wings, And bear the news above.

Dobell

125. Burdened Sinners invited. 7's.

1 Come, ye weary souls opprest,
Find in Christ the promis'd rest;
On him all your burdens roll,
He can wound, and he make whole.
2 Ye who dread the wrath of God,
Come and wash in Jesus' blood:
To the Son of David cry,
In his word he's passing by.
3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind,
All your wants in Jesus find;
This the day of mercy is,

Now accept the proffer'd bliss. Decourcy.

126. Riches of Grace. L. M. 1 Come, weary souls, with sin distress'd, Come, and accept the promised rest: The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load, O come and spread your woes abroad; Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon, and life, and endless peace; How rich the gift, how free the grace!

Steele,

127. Hearts of Stone. 7's.

1 Hearts of stone, relent, relent,

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;
See his body, mangled―rent,
Covered with a gore of blood:
Sinful soul, what hast thou done!
Murder'd God's eternal Son.

2 Yes, our sins have done the deed,

Drove the nails that fix'd him there; Crown'd with thorns his sacred head, Pierc'd him with a soldier's spear; Made his soul a sacrifice,

For a sinful world he dies.

3 Will you let him die in vain?
Still to death pursue your Lord?
Open tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood?
"No! with all my sins I'll part,
"Saviour, take my broken heart."

128. Come and See. L. M.

Har. Sac.

1 Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound! Replete with balm for every wound! His word declares his grace is free: Come, needy sinner, come and see.