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4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home!

5 The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heav'nly grace;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return to your eternal home.

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BRET

Praise to Christ.

RETHREN, let us join to bless
Jesus Christ our joy and peace:
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right-hand in heav'n!

2 Master, see, to thee we bow;
Thou art Lord, and only Thou,
Thou, the blessed Virgin's seed,
Glory of thy church and head.

3 Thee, the angels ceaseless sing,
Thee, we praise our Priest and King;
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace!

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4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought
Of salvation by Thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church; and we
Worship in their company.

5 We, thy little flock, adore
Thee, the Lord, for evermore ;
Ever with us shew thy love,
Till we join with those above.

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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,
Sinners, obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.

3 See, from the rock, a fountain rise!
For you in healing streams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye lab'ring, burthen'd, sin-sick souls.

4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give;
Leave all you have, and are, behind;
Frankly the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.

L. M.

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Invitation.

E dying sons of men,
Immerg'd in sin and woe,
The Gospel's voice attend
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesu's arms there yet is room.

2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,

Though poor, and blind, and lame;
All things are ready, sinner, come,
For ev'ry trembling soul there's room.

3 Believe the heav'nly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,

And Faithful is his name.
Backsliding souls return and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.

4 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring sheep draw near,
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come;
In mercy's breast there yet is room.

P.M.

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HARK, in the wilderness a cry!

L. M.

It shakes the mountains, rends the earth;
The King appears, behold him nigh!
The God by nature, man by birth!

2 Run to and fro, ye heralds run,

Proclaim aloud, prepare the way!
Redemption's glorious work's begun,
And who His potent arm shall stay?

3 Make strait the paths before his feet,
And ev'ry obstacle remove;

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?
Know'st thou the import of the cry?
Thy heart's the desert waste and wild;
But lo, the kind reclaimer's nigh.

6 Mountains of unbelief and sin,
Before him crumble into dust;
Thy humbled heart shall then begin
His all-restoring hand to trust.

7 By him exalted, know thy state,
A garden rich in fruit and flower;
Thy gracious Master's lov'd retreat,
The wonder of redeeming power.

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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.

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