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Ss & 4s. REED'S COLL.
1 HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,
2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news,
3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre;
To earth's remotest bound;
The news of heavenly grace:
Throughout the world proclaim;
The year of Jubilee is come,
207. 8s 8s & 6s. RIPPON'S COLL.
1 YE scarlet-colour'd sinners, come;
What are your crimes of crimson hue?
He'll wash you white as snow.
2 Backsliders! filled with your own ways,
His lovely face, and sweetly heal
3 Tried souls! look up-he says, 'tis I-
The Lord has giv'n the chiefest good,
4 Ye tender souls! draw hither too,
the Lord hath more to give; By faith upon him daily live, And you shall find it so.
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.
C. M. STEELE.
1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
3 Ye sinners, come-'tis mercy's voice;
"Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys-
4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
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.
C. M. FAWCETT.
1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
He calls you by his sovereign word,
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
A thousand stings within your breast,
3 But he, who turns to God, shall live,
4 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
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
Ye perishing and guilty, come !
Nor vain excuses frame;
Though poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready-sinners come!
Ye wandering sheep, draw near!
The Shepherd's voice now hear:
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!
C. M. LUTHERAN COLL.
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,
4 Whoever will-oh gracious word!-
Come, thirsty souls-and bless the Lord,
5 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace: