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2 Joy of the desolate, Light of the straying, Come to the feast prepared, come, ever

Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure, Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,

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No price is demand-ed, The Saviour is here; Re-demption is purchased, sal- va- tion is free.

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DELAY not, delay not, O sinner, draw near The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here; Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, may take His sad flight,

And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,

To sink in the gloom of eternity's night. 3 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand, The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade;

The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand;

What power then, O sinner, will lend thee its aid!

Thomas Hastings 1832

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PILGRIM, burdened with thy sin,

Come the way to Zion's gate;

There, till mercy speaks within,

Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait: Knock, He knows the sinner's cry;

Weep, He loves the mourner's tears; Watch, for saving grace is nigh;

Wait, till heavenly grace appears.
2 Hark! it is the Saviour's voice,
"Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!"
Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe, and owned, and bought, and blest:
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Safe, from all the lures of vice;
Owned, by joys the contrite know;
Bought, by love, and life the price;
Blest, the mighty debt to owe.
3 Holy pilgrim, what for thee

In a world like this remains?
From thy guarded breast shall flee

Fear, and shame, and doubts, and pains: Fear, the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame, from glory's view retire; Doubt, in full belief shall die, Pain, in endless bliss expire.

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COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make My path your choice;
I will guide you to your home,
Weary pilgrim, hither come.

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,

Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.

3 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

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Rest for those that weary be? Then, my soul, put in thy claim, Sure that promise speaks to thee: Marks of grace I cannot show, All polluted is my best; But I weary am, I know, And the weary long for rest.

2 Burdened with a load of sin, Harrassed 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-tossed I long have been, And the flood increases fast; Open, Lord, and take me in, Till the storm be overpast.

John Newton 1779

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SINNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why;
God, who did your being give,
Made you with Himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of His own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will
ye cross His love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why;
God who did your souls retrieve,
Died Himself that ye might live:
Will you let Him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will you slight His grace, and die?

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why;
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace His love:
Will you not His grace receive?
Will you still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God, and die?

Charles Wesley 1756

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Qui-et, Lord,my froward heart; Make me teacha - ble and mild, Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a wean-ed child, From distrust and en- - vy free,Pleased with all that pleases Thee.

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QUIET, Lord, my froward heart;
Make me teachable and mild,
Upright, simple, free from art,

Make me as a weaned child, From distrust and envy free, Pleased with all that pleases Thee. 2 What Thou shalt to-day provide,

Let me as a child receive; What to-morrow may betide,

Calmly to Thy wisdom leave: "Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own, Knows he's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone,Let me thus with Thee abide, As iny Father, Guard, and Guide. John Newton 1779

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Rock of Ages, cleft for me!
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.

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3 Nothing in my hand I bring;
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-lids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

Augustus Montague Toplady 1776
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