E wretched, starving poor,

YE

Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.

2 See, Christ, with open arms,

Invites, and bids you come;

O stay not back, though fear alarms;
For yet there still is room.

3 O come, and with us taste

The blessings of his love:
While hope expects the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

4 There, with united voice,

Before the' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

5 Ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;
Approach, there yet is room.

980 Hebrew missionaries.

ALMIGHTY God of love,

Set up the' attracting sign,

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And summon whom thou dost approve
For messengers divine.

2 From favour'd Abrah'm's seed

The new apostles choose,
In isles and continents to spread
The dead-reviving news.
3 We know it shall be done;

'Tis God's almighty word;
All Israel shall the Saviour own,
To their first state restored.

4 Send, then, thy servants forth To call the Hebrews home;

From east and west, and south and north,
Let all the wand'rers come.

5 With Israel's myriads seal'd,
Let all the nations meet;
And show the mystery fulfill'd,
The family complete.

4 With saints enthroned on high, Thou dost thy Lord proclaim, And still to God salvation cry,Salvation to the Lamb!

5 O happy, happy soul! In ecstasies of praise, Long as eternal ages roll,

Thou seest thy Saviour's face. 6 Redeem'd from earth and pain, Ah! when shall we ascend, And all in Jesus' presence reign With our translated friend?

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WE

The pilgrim's home.

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HILE through this world we roam,
From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,
His rest at every stage.

2 Thither his soul ascends,
Eternal joys to share;

There his adoring spirit bends,
While here he kneels in prayer.

3 His freed affections rise,
To fix on things above,
Where all his hope of glory lies,—
Where all is perfect love.

4 There we our treasure place;
There let our hearts be found;
That still, where sin abounded, grace
May more and more abound.

5 Henceforth our converse be
With Christ before the throne;
Ere long we eye to eye shall see,
And know as we are known.

INFIN

Infinite grace.

NFINITE excellence is thine, Thou glorious Prince of grace! Thy uncreated beauties shine With never-fading rays.

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, Come bending at thy feet;

To thee their prayers and songs ascend, In thee their wishes meet.

3 Millions of happy spirits live

On thy exhaustless store;

From thee they all their bliss receive,
And still thou givest more.

4 Thou art their triumph and their joy; They find their all in thee;

Thy glories will their tongues employ
Through all eternity.

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Grateful acknowledgment.

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394

0

The Sun of righteousness.

SUN of righteousness, arise
With healing in thy wing;
To my diseased, my fainting soul,
Life and salvation bring.

2 These clouds of pride and sin dispel,
By thy all-piercing beam:
Lighten mine eyes with faith; my heart
With holy hope inflame.

3 My mind, by thy all-quick'ning power,
From low desires set free;
Unite my scatter'd thoughts, and fix
My love entire on thee.

4 Father, thy long-lost son receive;
Saviour, thy purchase own;
Blest Comforter, with peace and joy
Thy new-made creature crown.

5 Eternal, undivided Lord,

Co-equal One in Three,

On thee all faith, all hope be placed;
All love be paid to thee.

COME, O thou all victorious Lord,
Thy power to us make known;
Strike with the hammer of thy Word,
And break these hearts of stone.

2 O that we all might now begin
Our foolishness to mourn;
And turn at once from every sin,
And to the Saviour turn.

3 Give us ourselves and thee to know,
In this our gracious day;
Repentance unto life bestow,
And take our sins away.

4 Convince us first of unbelief,
And freely then release;
Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And then with sacred peace.

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THOU who art the Light

Of all thy saints below,

That we may worship thee aright,
Thy sov'reign grace bestow.

2 Our rising world obey'd

Thy Godhead's high command;

And all the heavenly host are sway'd By thy creating hand.

3 Yet all things made anew

To wond'ring mortals seem, When the Eternal Word we view Descending to redeem.

4 O, be thou present now,

And make thy mercy known,
While at thy footstool, Lord, we bow,
And our Deliv'rer own.

5 Then shall we live to thee,
And honour this thy day;
Thine own devoted servants be,
And never from thee stray.

Imploring His guidance.

COME, Spirit, Source of light,
Thy grace is unconfined;
Dispel the gloomy shades of night,
The darkness of the mind.
2 Now to our eyes display

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The truth thy words reveal; Cause us to run the heavenly way, Delighting in thy will.

3 Thy teachings make us know
The mysteries of thy love,
The vanity of things below,
The joy of things above.

4 While through this maze we stray,
O spread thy beams abroad;
Point out the dangers of the way,
And guide our steps to God.

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331

embrace; And

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All-sufficiency of His grace.

JESUS, my Lord, my God,

Thy promise I embrace;

And hail, beneath the Father's rod, Thy all-sufficient grace.

2 My oft-repeated prayer

The kindest answer gains, When, by thy gracious aid, I bear Life's keen and varied pains. 3 Should dread of want oppress, And men or fiends assail,Infirmities my frame oppress, And earthly comforts fail,4 Still may I trust in thee,

And calm each rising fear; For none of these can injure me While thou, O Christ, art near.

5 My faith as gold refine;

Each grace and virtue prove; That in my spotless life may shine The light of perfect love.

6 Thus shall thy mighty power
Upon thy servant rest;

Who glories in the trying hour,
By thee upheld and blest.

2 Swift to my rescue come;
Thine own this moment seize;
Gather my wand'ring spirit home,
And keep in perfect peace:
Suffer'd no more to rove

O'er all the earth abroad,
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love,
And shut me up in God.

443

A

Self-righteousness destroyed.

GOODLY, formal saint, I long appear'd in sight; By self and Satan taught to paint My tomb, my nature, white.

The Pharisee within

Still undisturb'd remain'd;

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The strong man, arm'd with guilt of sin, Safe in his palace reign'd.

2 But, O, the jealous God

In my behalf came down;

Jesus himself the stronger show'd,

And claim'd me for his own.

My spirit he alarm'd,

And brought into distress;

He shook and bound the strong man, arm'd
In his self-righteousness.

3 Faded my virtuous show,-
My form without the power;
The sin-convincing Spirit blew,
And blasted every flower:

My mouth was stopp'd, and shame
Cover'd my guilty face;

I fell on the atoning Lamb,
And I was saved by grace.