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"The pastures of eternal love
"Divine forgiveness on his heart,
230. Christ's Invitation to the Weary.
COME hither, all ye weary souls, "Ye heavy laden sinners, come; "I'll give you rest from all your toils, "And raise you to my heav'nly home.
They shall find rest that learn of me;
"But passion rages like a sea,
"And pride is restless as the wind.
"Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight; "My yoke is easy to his neck,
"My grace shall make his burden light."
Jesus, we come at thy command;
With faith and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
231. Touching the Hem of Christ's Gar
ment. C. M.
YE sin-sick souls, dismiss your fears,
Till sick of ev'ry other way,
Come stretch the wither'd hand to-day,
Thy case admits of no delay,
Unless ye touch, ye die.
Could Jordan's streams at once remove
Naaman's sore disease;
Far greater virtue sinners prove
One touch of this celestial robe
When sins more pond'rous than the globe,
Thro' ev'ry crowd to Jesus press
When sin torments thy mind;
Peace, pard'ning blood, and righteousness
232. The Gospel joyful Tidings to a Sin
ner. S. M.
THE gospel herald cries,
"Ye lep'rous souls unclean, "Behold I set before your eyes
A sacrifice for sin.
"The merit of his blood "Shall be exalted high,
It seal'd the sinner's peace with God, "And brought his Isr'el nigh.
"Sinners of ev'ry cast,
"Whose souls are drown'd in woe,
"Let pride no more beguile;
""Twas not the righteous, but the vile,
Whom Jesus came to save."
The Spirit's voice says, " Come,
233. Come and welcome to Jesus.
COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Full of pity joined with pow'r,
Ho! ye needy, come, and welcome;
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
Is to feel your need of him :
This he gives you, this he gives you, this he gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Come ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruis'd and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous, not the righteous, not the righteous:
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
View him grov'ling in the garden;
Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
None but Jesus, none but Jesus, none but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and Angels join'd in concert,
Breathing after the Influence of Grace.
O THAT the Lord would guide my ways
O that my God would grant me grace
O send thy Spirit down to write
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
From vanity turn off my eyes;
Order my footsteps by thy word,