3 Oh, how benevolent and kind!
How mild, how ready to forgive!
Be this the temper of our mind,
And these the rules by which we live.
4 Thy fair example may we trace,
To teach us what we ought to be;
Make us, by Thy transforming grace,
Dear Saviour, daily more like Thee.
149 MATT. XI. 28.—“ Come unto me all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of mercy, joined with power.
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh;
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream!
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you,
"Tis the Spirit's rising beam
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall,
If you tarry till you're better.
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 View him prostrate in the garden,
On the ground your Saviour lies,
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finish'd!"
Sinners, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood,
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name-
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
150 MATT. XI. 29.-" Take my yoke upon you
and learn of me."
1 COME ye souls, by sin afflicted,
Bow'd with fruitless sorrow down;
By the broken law convicted,
Thro' the cross see pardon won.
Look to Jesus!
Mercy flows thro' him alone.
2 Take his easy yoke and wear it;
Love will make obedience sweet,
Christ will give you strength to bear it,
While his wisdom guides your feet
Safe to glory,
Where his ransom'd captives meet.
3 Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,
Light to newly-opened eyes,
Or full springs in deserts dreary,
Is the rest the cross supplies:
All who taste it
Shall to life immortal rise.
4 While the wounds of woe are healing, When the heart is all resigned, 'Tis the solemn feast of feeling, 'Tis the Sabbath of the mind. None but Jesus
Can the broken heart unbind.
5 Blessed are the eyes that see him,
Blest the ears that hear his voice:
Blessed are the souls that trust him,
And in him alone rejoice.
His commandments
Then become their happy choice.
6 But to sing the rest of glory,
Mortal tongues far short must fall Tongues celestial strive to reach it, But it soars beyond them all. Faith believes it-hope expects itLove desires it
But it overwhelms them all!
151 MATT. XI. 29.—“Ye shall find rest unto your
1 DOES the gospel-word proclaim
Rest for those who weary be?
Then, my soul, put in thy claim,
Sure that promise speaks to thee:
Marks of grace 1 cannot show,
All polluted is my best;
Yet I weary am, I know,
And the weary long for rest.
2 Burden'd with a load of sin,
Harass'd with tormenting doubt,
Hourly conflicts from within,
Hourly crosses from without;
All my little strength is gone,
Sink I must without supply;
Sure upon the earth is none,
Can more weary be than I.
3 In the ark the weary dove
Found a welcome resting-place;
Thus my spirit longs to prove
Rest in Christ, the ark of grace;
Tempest-toss'd I long have been,
And the flood increases fast;
Open, Lord, and take me in
Till the storm be overpast.
4 Safely lodg'd within thy breast,
What a wondrous change I find;
Now I know thy promis'd rest
Can compose a troubled mind:
You that weary are like me,
Hearken to the gospel-call;
To the ark for refuge flee,
Jesus will receive you all!
152 MATT. XI. 30.-" My yoke is easy and my burden is light."
1 LIGHT is the yoke that, lined with love,
The willing neck confines;
When ready feet obedient move,
As He who rules inclines.
2 The burden's light that love lays on
By willing strength up-borne;
When true the heart it rests upon,
To a sweet service sworn.
3 On me thy yoke, my Saviour, lay
And make my spirit meek;
That I may love to tread thy way,
Nor other pathway seek.
4 When I on Thee my burden rest,
Thy burden, Lord, be mine;
I of thy love, joy, peace possest,
My sin and guilt all thine.
153 MATT. XVI. 24.—“ If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me."
1 COME, my fond fluttering heart,
Come, struggle to be free;
Thou and the world must part,
However hard it be:
My trembling spirit owns it just,
But cleaves yet closer to the dust.
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