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6 Lo! th’incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Let no other trust intrudc;
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
Sweetly echo with his name:
L. M. 1 SINNERS, approach your dying Lord,
And find your happiness restor’d: His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace: 2 A pardon written with his blood,
'The favour and the peace of God; The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The trembling joys of penitence:
The meltings of a broken heart:
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven; * The gu:luess shame, the sweet distress,
The wonder, “Why such love to me?” 5 The o’erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face,
And all the silent heaven of love! 185.
P. M. 1 WHAT could your Redeemer do More than he hath done for you?
To proenre your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood? 2 After all his flow of love,
All his drawings from above,
Why will ye resolve to die?
By his life your God hath sworn;
If your death were his delight,
Why will ye resolve to die?
Dare not think him insincere:
All day long he spreads his hands! 6 Can ye doubt if God is love?
If to all his bowels move?
Will ye not his oath believe?
Jesus weeps, beliepe his tears!
P. M. 186.
The gladly solemn sound!
To earth's remotest bound,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Your liberty receive;
And blest in Jesus live:
of Jubilee is come;
The boundless grace of heaven;
A free discharge is given;
The news of pardoning grace;
draw near, Behold your Saviour's face: The year of Jubilee is come;
Has full atonement made;
Ye mournful souls, be glad!
of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
P. M. 1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message.
Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence-Oh, how tender! Every line is full of love;
Listen to it,
Every line is full of love. 2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel
News from Zion's king proclaim, To each rebel sinner" Pardon, “Free forgiveness in his name:"
Free forgiveness in his name! 8 Tempted souls, they bring you succour;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
Callous hearers of the word,
We entreat you,
Take the warnings they attoril. 5 O ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
S. M. 188.
Gospel invitation. "LET evay ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;
With an inviting voice. 2 Ho! all ye starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
To fill an empty mind:
A soul-reviving feast,
The rich provision taste.
Here you may quench your raging thirst,
W’ith springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day:
His language how divine!
And all I have is thine.
That's worthy of a God;
The purchase of my blood.
And nothing good deny;
And reign with me on high.
Accept the proffered grace,
Nor shall you have the less."
And feast on pard’ning grace; Bring prodigals, bring exiles home, And we will shout thy praise.
C. M. 190. My Son give me thy Heart. Prov. xxii. 26 1 WHAT language now salutes the ear, And 'tis our Father's voice!