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2 He left 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.

3 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.

4 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. 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 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;
In mercy's arms there still is room.

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Boden.

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.
2 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.

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 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.

133. Free Salvation. L. M.

Watts.

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,

What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravish'd ear: "Love's redeeming work is done, " Come and welcome, sinner, come. 2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne, "Why beneath thy burdens groan? "On my pierced body laid, "Justice owns the ransom paid; "Bow the knee, and kiss the Son, "Come and welcome, sinner, come. 3 "Soon the days of life shall end, "Lo, I come, your Saviour, friend, "Safe your spirits to convey

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To the realms of endless day; "Up to my eternal home,

Come and welcome, sinner, come."

Hawes.

135. The Disconsolate invited. 11, 10. 1 Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come, at the mercy-seat fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ;

Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,
Here speaks the Comforter in mercy saying,
Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot cure.

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