4 Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Saviour God: And faith, and love, and joy appear, And every grace be active here. 5 Let my beloved come, and taste His pleasant fruits at his own feast: "I come, my spouse, I come," he cries, With love and pleasure in his eyes. 6 Our Lord into his garden comes, Well pleas'd to smell our poor perfumes; And calls us to a feast divine, Sweeter than honey, milk, or wine. 7" Eat of the tree of life, my friends, "The blessings that my Father sends; "Your taste shall all my dainties prove, "And drink abundance of my love. 8 Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord : But the rich food on which we live, Demands more praise than tongues can give.

520.

1

The Communion of the Saints. (L. M.)

COMP

NOMPANIONS of thy little flock,
Dear Lord, we fain would be;
Our helpless hearts to thee look up,
To thee our Shepherd flee.

2 Oh! might we lean upon that breast,
Which love and pity fill;

And now become those lambs carest,
That in thy bosom dwell.

3 How sweet that voice, how sweet that hand,
Which leads to pastures fair,
Shows Canaan's milk and honey land,
Provided by thy care!

4 As one in heart we all rejoice,
The sinner's Friend to praise :

The Shepherd dy'd; Oh! 'tis his voice,
He'll us to glory raise.

521.

The same. (P. M.)

1 LEADER of faithful souls, and Guide Of all that travel to the sky,

Come thou, and with us now abide,
Who would alone on thee rely;
On thee alone our spirits stay,
While held in life's uneven way.
2 Strangers and pilgrims here below,

This earth we know is not our place;
And hasten through the vale of woe,
And restless to behold thy face;
Swift to our heavenly country move,
Our everlasting home above.
Patient th' appointed race to run,
This weary world we cast behind;
From strength to strength we travel on,
The new Jerusalem to find:
Our labour this, our only aim,
To find the new Jerusalem.

4 Rais'd by the breath of love divine,

We urge our way with strength renew'd,
The church of the first-born to join,
We travel to the mount of God;
With joy upon our heads arise,
And meet our Captain in the skies. i

THE BLESSINGS AND INVITATIONS

OF THE GOSPEL.

522. A Blessed Gospel. (C.M.)

LEST are the souls that hear and know

1 BLES!

The gospel's joyful sound;

Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.

2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Thro' their Redeemer's name ;
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.

3 The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Isr'el, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

523. The Invitation of the Gospel. Isaiah lv. 1.

(C. M.)
1 ET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind.

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A soul reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetite
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here,
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.

6 Ye perishing and naked poor,
Who work with mighty pain,
To weave a garment of your own,
That will not hide your sin.

7 Come naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepar'd by God,
Wrought by the labours of his Son,
And dy'd in his own blood.

8 Dear God! the treasures of thy love,
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless mis'ries are,
And boundless as our sins!

9 The happy gates of gospel grace,
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

524. The Promises of the Covenant of Grace.

(C.M.)

N vain we lavish out our lives,

1 IN

To gather empty wind;

The choicest blessings earth can yield,

Will starve a hungry mind.

2 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat;
With such as saints in glory love,
With such as angels eat.

3 Our God will ev'ry want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace;
He gives by cov'nant, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.

4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains,

In the dear fountain that his Son
Pour'd from his dying veins.

5 Our guilt shall vanish all away,
Though black as hell before;
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea,
And shall be found no more.

6 And lest pollution should o'erspread
Our inward pow'rs again,

His Spirit shall bedew our souls,
Like purifying rain.

7 Our heart, that flinty stubborn thing,
That terrors cannot move,
That fears no threat'nings of his wrath,
Shall be dissolved by love.

8 Or he can take the flint away,
That would not be refin'd,

And from the treasures of his grace,
Bestow a softer mind.

9 There shall his Sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law,
And ev'ry motion of our souls,
To swift obedience draw.