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5 "Why seek ye that which is not bread,
Nor can your hungry souls sustain?
On ashes, husks, and air ye feed;
Ye spend your little all in vain.

6 "In search of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unavailing strife:
Whither, Ah! whither would ye go?
I have the words of endless life.

7"Hearken to me with earnest care,
And freely eat substantial food;
The sweetness of my mercy share;
And taste that I alone am good.
8 "I bid you all my goodness prove,
My promises for all are free:
Come, taste the manna of my love,
And let your souls. delight in me.

9 "Your willing ear and heart incline,
My words believingly receive;
Quicken'd your souls by faith divine,
An everlasting life shall live."


Tisbury.] HYMN 13. C. M.

ET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;

3 Eternal Wisdom hath prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here, In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The happy gates of Gospel grace,
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

Dudley.] HYMN 14. 8 lines 7's.


1 ET the beasts their breath resign, Strangers to the life divine;

Who their God can never know,
Let their spirits downward go.
Ye for higher ends were born;
Ye may all to God return:
Dwell with him above the sky:
Why will ye for ever die?

2 Ye on whom he favours showers,
Ye, possess'd of nobler powers;
Ye, of reason's powers possest;
Ye, with will and memory blest;
Ye, with finer sense endu❜d,
Creatures capable of God;
Noblest of his creatures, why,
Why will ye for ever die?

3 Ye who own his record true;
Ye, his chosen people too;
Ye, who call the Saviour, Lord,
Ye, who read his written word;

Ye, who see the Gospel light,
Claim a crown in Jesu's right;
Why will ye, ye Christians, why
Will the house of Israel die?


1.WHAT could your Redeemer do,
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his flow of love,

All his drawings from above,
Why will ye your Lord deny?
Why will ye resolve to die?

2 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn;
By his life your God hath sworn;
He would have you turn and live,
He would all the world receive;
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, beseech, and cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?

3 Sinners, turn, while God is near:
Dare not think him insincere:
Now, even now, your Saviour stands,
All day long he spreads his hands;
Cries, "Ye will not happy be;
"No, ye will not come to me:
"Me, who life to none deny;
"Why will ye resolve to die?''

4 Can ye doubt if God is love?
If to all his bowels move?
Will ye not his word receive?
Will ye not his OATH believe?
See, the suffering God appears;
Jesus weeps, believe his tears!

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Mingled with his blood they cry,
"Why will ye resolve to die?""

Newcourt.] HYMN 15. 6 lines 8's.
EE, sinners, in the Gospel-glass,

Not one of all th' apostate race,

But may in him salvation find!
His thoughts, and words, and actions prove,
His life and death-that God is love.

2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears
The sins of all the world away!
A servant's form he meekly wears,
He sojourns in a house of clay;
His glory is no longer seen,

But God with God, is man with men.

3 See where the God incarnate stands,

And calls his wand'ring creatures home: He all day long spreads out his hands; Come, weary souls, to Jesus come! Ye all may hide you in his breast; Believe, and he will give you rest. 4"Ah! do not of my goodness doubt,


"My saving grace for all is free; "I will in no wise cast him out, "That comes a sinner unto me: "I can to none myself deny,

"Why, sinners, will ye perish, why?"

Luther's.] HYMN 16. 6 lines 8's.

SINNERS, believe the to
INNERS, believe the Gospel-word,

Jesus is come, your common Lord;
Pardon ye all through him may have;

May now be sav'd, whoever will:
This man receiveth sinners still.

2 See where the lame, the halt, the blind, The deaf, the dumb, the sick, the poor, Flock to the Friend of human kind,

And freely all accept their cure! To whom did he his help deny? Whom, in his days of flesh, pass by? 3 Did not his word the fiends expel,

The lepers cleanse, and raise the dead? Did he not all their sickness heal, And satisfy their every need? Did he reject his helpless clay, Or send them sorrowful away! 4 Nay, but his bowels yearn'd to see The people hungry, scatter'd, faint: Nay, but he utter'd over thee,



Jerusalem, a true complaint; Jerusalem, who shed'st his blood,

That with his tears for thee hath flow'd.

Thacher.] HYMN 17. S. M.

INNERS, the call obey,
latest call of grace:

The day is come, the vengeful day
Of a devoted race:

Devils and men combine

To plague the faithless seed, And phials full of wrath divine, Are bursting on your head.

Enter into the Rock,

Ye trembling slaves of sin,

The Rock of your salvation, struck,
And cleft to take you in:
To shelter the distrest
He did the cross endure;
Enter into the clefts, and rest
In Jesu's wounds secure.

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