THE Saviour calls! let ev'ry ear
Attend the heav'nly sound!
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fears!
Hope smiles reviving round.

2

For ev'ry thirsting, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.

3

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

4

Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice ;

The gracious call obey ; Mercy invites to heav'nly joy, 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.

HYMN 373. L. M.

COME, sinners, to the gospel feast,

Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest ;
Ye need not one be left behind,

For God hath bidden all mankind.

2

“Have me excus'd!" why will you say? From health, and life, and liberty;

From all that is in Jesus giv'n,
From pardon, holiness, and heav'n.

3

Come then, ye souls, by sin oppress'd,
Ye weary wand'rers after rest,

Ye poor and maimed, halt and blind,
In Christ an hearty welcome find.

4

See him set forth before your eyes!
Behold the bleeding sacrifice!

His boundless love doth all embrace,
We freely now are sav'd by grace.

5

Ye, who believe his record true,
Shall sup with him, and he with you;
Come to the feast, you're sav'd from sin,
And Jesus waits to take you in.

HYMN 374. P. M.

AWAY with our fears! the glad morning appears
When an heir of salvation was born;
From Jehovah I came, for his glory I am, `
And to him I with singing return.

2

Thee, Jesus alone, the Fountain I own
Of my life and felicity here,

And cheerfully sing my Redeemer and King
Till his sign in the heav'ns appear.

3

O, the infinite cares, and temptations and snares,
Thy hand hath conducted me through!
O, the blessings bestow'd by a bountiful God,
And the mercies eternally new !

4

What a mercy is this! what a heav'n of bliss !
How unspeakably happy am I !

Gather & into the fold, with thy people enrolla, With thy people to live and to die.

5

O the goodness of God, employing a clod
His tribute of glory to raise !

His standard to bear, and with triumph declare
His unspeakable riches of grace.

6

All honour and praise to the Fountain of grace ; To the Spirit and Son I return !

The business pursue, he hath made me to do, And rejoice that I ever was born,

7

In a rapture of joy, my life I'll employ
The God of my life to proclaim;

"Tis worth living for this, to administer bliss
And salvation in Jesus's name.

8

My remnant of days I'll spend in his praise
Who dy'd the whole world to redeem ;
Be they many or few, my days are his due,
And they all are devoted to him.

HYMN 375. L. M.

WHILST I celestial themes pursue,
How God, my Saviour, lov'd to death;
These notes to me are ever knew,
And will be to my latest breath.

2

Almighty Babe! in Bethl'hem born,
The object of my solemn praise,
Treated by infidels with scorn,
But life and soul of all my joys,

3

Hail! everlasting Father, God,
Debas'd, and in a servant's form;

Thou conquer'dst by thy wounds and blood, In likeness of a sinful worm.

4

Dear Man of sorrows, thee we hail;
Forsaken, friendless, disesteem'd ;

Thy griefs, and blood, and tears prevail,
And have our soul from hell redeem'd.

HYMN 376. P. M.

FATHER of our feeble race !
Wise, beneficent, and kind!
Spread o'er nature's ample face,
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd.
Musing in the silent grove,

Or the busy walks of men,
Still we trace thy wond'rous love,
Claiming large returns again.

2

Lord, what off'ring shall we bring
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow :
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye express'd :
Sympathy, at whole control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast:
3

Willing hands to lead the blind,

Bind the wound, or feed the poor:

Love, embracing all mankind,
Charity, with lib'ral store.
Teach us, O thou heav'nly King,
Thus to shew our grateful mind,
Thus th' accepted off'ring bring,
Love to thee, and all mankind!

HYMN 377. P. M.

YOUNG men and maidens raise

Your tuneful voices high ;
Old men and children praise
The God that built the sky :

Him, Three in One, aud One in Three,
Extol to all eternity.

2

The universal King

Let all the world proclaim;

Let every creature sing

His attributes and name:

Him, Three in One, &c.

3

In his great name alone,

All excellences meet ;
Who sits pon the throne,
And shall for ever sit :

Him, Three in One, &c.

4

Glory to God belongs ;
Glory to God be givʼn ;
Above the noblest song

Of all in earth and heav'n :

Him, Three in one, &c.

HYMN 378. C. M.

JESUS, th' eternal Son of God,
Whom seraphims obey,
The bosom of the Father leaves
And enters human clay.

2

Into our sinful world he comes
The Messenger of grace.

Cc