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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.”
- Har, Sad.
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.
3 Heleft the shining courts on high,
Came to our world to bleed and die:
Jesus, the God, hung on the tree;
Come, careless sinner, come and see.
* Your sins did pierce his bleeding heart,
Till death had done its dreadful part;
Yet his dear love still burns to thee:
Come, anxious sinner, come and see.
* His blood can cleanse the foulest stain,
And make the filthy leper clean;
His blood at once availed for me:
Come, guilty sinner, come and see.
129. "Yet there is Room.” C. M.
* We wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast! -
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest.
* 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:
* Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will he bid the soul depart
That trembles at his feet.
4 In him the Father reconcil'd,
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be called a child,
And kindly welcomed home. Steele.
130. "Yet there is Room.” H. M.
1 Ye dying sons of men,
Immerg'd in sin and wo,
The Gospel's voice attend,
Its message is to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay;
No vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinners, come!
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring souls, draw near;
Christ calls you from above—
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come;
131. The Voice of Mercy. 8, 7, 4.
1 Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you,
Now with sweetest voice she calls;
Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls:
Trust in Jesus—
'Tis the voice of mercy calls.
? Haste, O sinner, to the Saviour,
Seek his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over;
Soon your life will pass away!
Haste to Jesus—
You must perish, if you stay. Reed.
132. Universal Invitation. C. M.
1 Let every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.
* 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 prepared
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 night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away. Watts,
133. Free Salvation. L. M.
1 Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh,
'Tis God invites the fallen race;
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. Wesley.
134. Come and welcome. 7's.
1 From the cross uplifted high, .
Where the Saviour deigns to die,