4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 5 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heav'nly grace; 23 BRET Praise to Christ. RETHREN, let us join to bless 2 Master, see, to thee we bow; 3 Thee, the angels ceaseless sing, C 73. 4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought 5 We, thy little flock, adore 24 Invitation to Christ. HO! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh, ('Tis God invites the fallen race) Mercy and free salvation buy, Buy wine and milk and gospel grace. 2 Come to the living waters, come, 3 See, from the rock, a fountain rise! 4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give; L. M. 25 YE Invitation. E dying sons of men, 2 No longer now delay, Though poor, and blind, and lame; 3 Believe the heav'nly word And Faithful is his name. 4 Compell'd by bleeding love, P.M. HARK, in the wilderness a cry! L. M. It shakes the mountains, rends the earth; 2 Run to and fro, ye heralds run, Proclaim aloud, prepare the way! 3 Make strait the paths before his feet, Drop down ye hills, your cumb'rous weight, And bow before Redeeming Love. 4 Then shall the lowly valley rise, Its budding honours spring to view; Swift the Creating Fiat flies, And all is blissful, all is new. 5 Know'st thou the meaning, nature's child? 6 Mountains of unbelief and sin, 7 By him exalted, know thy state, 27 Invitation to the Saviour. P. M. WEET as the shepherd's tuneful reed From Sion's mount 1 heard the sound; Gay sprang the flow'rets of the mead, And gladden'd nature smil'd around ; The voice of peace salutes mine ear; Christ's lovely voice perfumes the air. 2 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the note of woe; Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow. Behold, the precious balm is found, Which eases pain, which heals thy wound. 3 Come, freely come, by sin opprest, Unburthen here the weighty load; Here find thy refuge, and thy rest, Safe on the bosom of thy God: Thy God's thy Saviour! Glorious word! That sheaths th' avenger's glitt'ring sword. 4 As spring the winter, day the night, Peace, sorrow's gloom shall chace away; And smiling joy, a seraph bright, Shall tend thy steps, and near thee stay: Whilst glory weaves th' immortal erown, And waits to claim thee for her own. |