119 7s. Hotham 224. Bath Abbey 147. Compel them to come in, Luke xiv. 23.

1 LORD, how large thy bounties are, Tender, gracious, sinner's friend!

What a feast dost thou

prepare,
And what invitations send!
Now fulfil thy great design,
Who didst first the message bring:
Every heart to thee incline,

Now compel them to come in.

2 Rushing on the downward road,

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Sinners no compulsion need; Glory to forsake, and God;

See they run with rapid speed Draw them back by love divine; With thy grace their spirits win: 3 Thus their willing souls compel,

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Every, &c.

Thus their happy minds constrain From the ways of death and hell, Home to God, and grace again: Stretch that conquering arm of thine,

I

Once outstretch'd to bleed for sin: Every, &c.

120 C. M. Huddersfield 202. Wiltshire 110. Missionary 257.

1

The Saviour's Invitation, John vii. 37.

THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;

Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

2 For every thirsty longing heart

Here streams of bounty flow:
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.

3 Heré springs of sacred pleasure rise
To ease your ev'ry pain;
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

121

4 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey:

Mercy invites to heavenly joys.
And can you yet delay?

5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts!
To thee let sinners fly,

And take the bliss thy love imparts;

And drink and never die.

STEELE,

(1st P.) 8.8.6. Chatham 59.HC Broadmead 150. Westbury Leigh 278.

Whosoever will, let him come, Rev. xxii. 17,

1 YE scarlet-colour'd sinners! come;
Jesus, the Lord, invites you home;
O whither can you go!

What are your crimes of crimson hue?
His promise is for ever true,"

He'll wash you white as snow.

2 Backsliders! fill'd with your own ways,
Whose weeping nights and wretched days
In bitterness are spent,
Return to Jesus, he'll reveal

His lovely face, and sweetly heal
What you so much lament.

3 Tried souls! look up-he says, 'tis I-
He loves you still, but means to try
If faith will bear the test:

The Lord has giv'n the chiefest good,
He shed for you his precious blood;
O trust him for the rest!

4 Ye tender souls! draw hither too,
Ye grateful, highly favour'd few,
Who feel the debt you owej-
Press on, the Lord hath more to give;
By faith upon him daily live;
And you shall find it so.

121 (2d P.) C. M. Cambridge New 74. 74. Missionary 257.

The Invitation of Wisdom.

1 LO! wisdom stands with smiling face,

And courts us to her arms;
Who can resist the wond'rous grace,
And slight her powerful charms!
2 She, gen'rous, holds out to our sight
Riches which shall endure;
Not sparkling rubies half so bright,
Nor finest gold so pure.

3 Eternal pleasures fill her train,
Pleasures which never cloy:

Come, drink of bliss unmix'd with pain,
And taste celestial joy.

4 Immortal crowns she now displays,
And thrones beyond the skies;
Accept her blessings while she stays,
And seize the glorious prize.

121 (3d P.) L.M. Ulverston 179. Portugal 97, The Invitation of Wisdom accepted, Rev. iii. 17.

1 I HEAR the counsel of a friend,

And to his soothing voice attend;

Come, sinners, wretched, blind, and poor,
Come, buy from my unbounded store.
2 I only ask you to receive,

For freely I my blessings give!
Jesus, and are thy blessings free?
Then I may dare to come to thee.
3 I come for grace, like gold refin❜d,
T' enrich and beautify my mind:
Grace that will trials well endure,
And in the furnace grow more pure.
4 Naked, I come for that bright dress,
Thy perfect spotless righteousness;
That glorious robe, so richly dy'd
In thine own blood, my shame to hide.

5 Like Bartimeus, now to thee
I come and pray that I may see:
Ev'n clay is eye-salve in thy hand,
If thou the blessing but command.

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6 Here, wretched, poor, and blind I come ;* O let me not return the same;

Let me depart, all-gracious Lord!!
Happy, enrich'd, to sight restor❜d.

• Or read, If wretched, poor, and blind, &c.

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122 L.M. Green's Hundred 89. Wareham 117. The first Promise, Gen. iii. 15.

1 WHEN, by the tempter's wiles betray'd,
Adam, our head and parent fell,

Unknown before, a pleasure spread
Thro' all the mázy deeps of hell.
2 Infernal powers rejoic'd to see
The new-made world destroy'd, undone;
But God proclaims his great decree,-
Pardon and mercy thro' his Son.
3 Serpent, accurs'd, thy sentence read;
Almighty vengeance thou shalt feel;
The woman's seed shall break thy head,
Thy malice faintly bruise his heel.

4 Thus God declares; and Christ descends,)
Assumes a mortal form, and dies;
Whilst, in his death, death's empire ends,
And the proud conqueror conquer'd lies.
5 Dying, the King of Glory deals
Ruin to all his numerous foes;

His power the Prince of Darkness feels,
And sinks oppress'd beneath his woes. BEDDOME.

123 L. M. Lebanon 79. Islington 40.
As thy days, so shall thy strength be, Deut. xxxiii. 25.

1

AFFLICTED saint, to Christ draw near,
Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear;

His faithful word declares to thee
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be
2 Let not thy heart despond, and say,
How shall I stand the trying day?
He has engaged, by firm decree,
That, as thy days, thy strength shall be.
3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong;
And, if the conflict should be long,
Thy Lord will make the tempter flee;
For, as thy days, thy strength shall be
4 Should persecution rage and flame,
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name;
In fiery trials thou shalt see

That, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 5 When call'd to bear the weighty cross, Or sore affliction, pain, or loss,

Or deep distress, or poverty

Still, as thy days, thy strength shall be. 6 When ghastly death appears in view, Christ's presence shall thy fears subdue; He comes to set thy spirit free;

And, as thy days, thy strength shall be.

DR. FAWCETT.

124 C. M. Great Milton 212. Matthew's 34.

1

Fear not, for I am with thee, Isaiah xli. 10.

AND art thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?

Dost thou proclaim thyself our God,
Our God for ever near?

2 Dost thou a father's bowels feel
For all thy humble saints?

And in such friendly accents speak
To sooth their sad complaints?

3 Why droop our hearts, why flow our eyes, While such a voice we hear?

Why rise our sorrows and our fears,
While such a friend is near?