The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd finners, home.
Ye flaves of fin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And fafe in Jefus dwell,
And bleft in Jefus live:
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.
Ye who have fold for nought,
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jefu's love:
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.
6 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace,
And, fav'd from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face :
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home.
ALL that pass by, to Jefus draw near, He utters a cry, ye finners, give ear! From hell to retrieve you, he fpreads out hi
[ftands. Now, now to receive you, he graciously
2 If any man thirft, and happy would be,
The vileft and worft may come unto me;
May drink of my Spirit (excepted is none)
Lay claim to my merit, and take for his own.
3 Whoever receives the life-giving word, In Jefus believes, his God and his Lord, In him a pure river of life fhall arife,
Shall in the believer spring up to the skies. 4 My God, and my Lord! thy call I obey; My foul on thy word of promife I stay : Thy kind invitation I gladly embrace; Athirst for falvation, salvation by grace. 5 O haften the hour! fend down from above. The Spirit of power, of health, and of love; Of filial fear, of knowledge and grace;
Of wisdom, of prayer, of joy, and of praise. 6 The fpirit of faith, of faith in thy blood, Which faves us from wrath, and brings us to God;
Removes the huge mountain of indwelling fin, And opens a fountain, that wafnes us clean.
THY faithfulness, Lord, each moment
So true to thy word, fo loving and kind!
Thy mercy fo tender to all the loft race,
The fouleft offender may turn and find grace.
2 he mercy I feel, to others I fhew:
fet to my feal that Jefus is true:
Ye all may find favour, who come at his call;
O come to my Saviour; his grace is for all.
To fave what was loft, from heaven he came
Come, finners, and truft in Jefus's name!
He offers you parden, he bids you be free!
fu be your burden, O come unto me!
40 let me commend my Saviour to you,
The publican's friend, and advocate too :
For you he is pleading his merits and death,
With God interceding for finners beneath.
5 Then let us fubmit his grace to receive,
Fall down at his feet, and gladly believe;
We all are forgiven for Jesus's fake :
Our title to heaven his merit we make.
EARY fouls that wander wide
From the central point of blifs,
Turn to Jefus crucify'd,
Fly to thofe dear wounds of his :
Sink into the purple flood;
Rife into the life of God!
2 Find in Chrift the way of peace,
Peace, unfpeakable, unknown;
By his pain he gives you ease,
Life by his expiring groan;
Rife exalted by his fall,
Find in Chrift your all in all.
30 believe the record true,
God to you his Son hath giv'n!
Ye may now be happy too:
Find on earth the life of heav'n;
Live the life of heav'n above,
All the life of glorious love.
4 This the universal blifs,
Bliss for ev'ry foul defign'd:
God's original promise this,
God's great gift to all mankind :
Bleft in Chrift this moment be!
Bleft to all eternity!
HYMN X. C. M.
OVERS of pleasure more than God, For you, Chrift fuffer'd pain, Swearers for you he fpilt his blood; And fhall he bleed in vain ?
2 Mifers, his life for you he paid,
Your bafeft crimes he bore ;
Drunkards, your fins on him were laid,
That you might fin no more.
3 The God of love, to earth he came,
That you might come to heav'n:
Believe, believe in Jefu's name,
And all your fins forgiv'n.
4 Believe in him who dy'd for thee:
And fure as he hath dy'd,
Thy debt is paid, thy foul is free,
And thou art juftify'd.
HYMN XI. L. M.
WAKE, Jerufalem, awake,
No longer in thy fins lie down ;
The garment of falvation take,
Thy beauty and thy strength put on.
2 Shake off the duft that blinds thy fight, And hides the promise from thine eyes, Arife and struggle into light,
Thy great Deliv'rer calls, Arise!
3 Shake off the bands of fad defpair,
Sion affert thy liberty,
Look up, the broken heart prepare,
And God shall fet the captive free.
Veffels of mercy, fons of grace,
Be purg'd from ev'ry finful ftain,
Be like your Lord, his word embrace,
Nor bear his hallow'd name in vain.
5 The Lord fhall in your front appear,
And lead the pompous triumph on;
His glory fhall bring up the rear,
And perfect what his grace begun.
ATHER of lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs;
Whofe goodness, providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry:
To thee I look, my heart prepare:
Suggest and harken to my pray'r.
2 Since, by thy light, myself I fee
Naked, and poor and void of thee;
Thine eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would fay:
Thou feel my wants, for help they call,
And ere I speak thou know'ft them all.
3 Thou know'it the bafeness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent and blind :
Thou know'it how unfubdu'd my will,
Averfe to good and prone to ill;
Thou know'ft how wide my paffions rove,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love.
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