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Ss & 4s. REED'S COLL.

1 HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,
Through earth and heaven the echo bounds;
Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood!
Sinners are reconciled to God,
By grace divine!

2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news,
Nor longer dare the grace refuse;
Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
T' invite you near.

3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre;
Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim-
For ever worthy is the Lamb
Of endless praise.
206. 68 & 8s. WATTS.
1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return ye ransom'd sinners home!
2 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace:
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face :
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return to your eternal home!
3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,

Throughout the world proclaim;

The year of Jubilee is come,
Return ye ransom'd sinners home.

207. 8s 8s & 6s. RIPPON'S COLL.

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! filled 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 owe;

Press on,

the Lord hath more to give; By faith upon him daily live, And you shall find it so.


L. M.


Christ's Invitation to Sinners.

1 "COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 "They shall find rest, who learn of me: I'm of a meek and lowly mind;

But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind. 3"Blest is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to the neck,

My grace shall make the burden light."

4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,

To mould and guide us at thy will.



1 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 wo.

3 Ye sinners, come-'tis mercy's voice;
That gracious voice obey;

"Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys-
And can you yet delay ?

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

And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink-and never die.

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Invitation to the Heavy-laden.

1 COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed, Oh come! accept the promised rest: The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppressed with guilt, a painful load, Oh come, and bow before your God! Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove. 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt-and heal your woes: Here's pardon, life, and endless peaceHow rich the gift!-how free the grace! 211.


1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
His mercy speaks to-day;

He calls you by his sovereign word,
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace;

A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 But he, who turns to God, shall live,
Through his abounding grace:
His mercy will the guilt forgive,
Of those who seek his face.

4 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;

Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,

And learn his will divine.

5 His love exceeds your highest thoughts! He pardons like a God!

He will forgive your numerous faults
Through our Redeemer's blood.
212. H. M. PRATT'S COLL.
1 YE dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and wo!
Now mercy calls again,
Its message is to you!

Ye perishing and guilty, come !
In mercy's arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,

Nor vain excuses frame;
Christ 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 Drawn by his dying love,

Ye wandering sheep, draw near!
He calls you from above,

The Shepherd's voice now hear:
To him who ever will may come,
In Jesus' arms there still is room.



Free Grace.

1 THE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain:"

ForAdam's lost race God has opened a fountain; For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression,

Christ's blood flows so freely in streams of salvation.

Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has brought us a pardon,

We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan.

2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour


Now he calls you in mercy-and can you forbear?

Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain,

His blood can remove them-it flows from the fountain.

3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious;

O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious;

With shouting proclaim it-oh trust in his passion,

He saves us most freely--oh precious salvation! 4 Our Jesus his name now proclaims all vic


He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious: To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation, And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation. 5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more;

We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,

And sing of salvation for ever and ever!



1 OH what amazing words of grace

Are in the gospel found!

Suited to every sinner's case,

Who knows the joyful sound.

2 Poor, sinful, thirsty, fainting souls, Are freely welcome here; Salvation, like a river, rolls,

Abundant, free, and clear.

3 Come then, with all your wants and wounds, Your every burden bring!

Here love-unchanging love abounds,
A deep, celestial spring!

4 Whoever will-oh gracious word!-
Shall of this stream partake;

Come, thirsty souls-and bless the Lord,
And drink for Jesus' sake!

5 Millions of sinners, vile as you,

Have here found life and peace:

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