205. 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, Press on, the Lord hath more to give; By faith upon him daily live, And you shall find it so. 208. L. M. WATTS. 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. 209. 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: 213. 12s. THORNBY. 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 repair, 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 torious, 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! 214. 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: |