5"Why seek
ye that which is not bread,
Nor can your hungry souls sustain?
On ashes, busks, and air ye feed;
Ye spend your little all in vain.
6" In search of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unaviling strife;
Whither, ah! whither would ye go!
I have the words of endless life:
"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."

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HYMN 5.

THY

10's & 11's.

HY faithfulness, Lord, Each moment we find,

So true to thy word, So loving and kind; Thy mercy so tender, To all the lost race, The vilest offender May turn and find grace. 2 The mercy I feel, To others I shew, I set to my seal That Jesus is true: Ye all may find favour, Who come at his call, O come to my Saviour, His grace is for ALL. 3 To save what was lost, From heaven he came; Come, sinners, and trust in Jesus's name ! He offers you pardon, He bids you be free! "If sin be your burden, O come unto me !”

4 0 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 sinners beneath.
6 Then let us submit, His grace to receive ;
Fall down at his feet, And gladly believe:
We all are forgiven For Jesus's sake;
Our title to heaven, His merits we take.

HYMN 6. 8 lines 7's.

INNERS, turn, why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?

God, who did your being give,
Made with himself to live:
you
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 ransom'd sinners, why,
Will ye 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,
Woo'd you to embrace his love :
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?

Why, you long-sought sinners, why,
Will
you grieve your GoD, and die?

4 Dead, already, dead within,
Spiritually dead in sin;

Dead to God, while here you breathe,
Pant you after second death?
Will you still in sin remain,
Greedy of eternal pain?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye for ever die?

LET the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;

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

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

3 You, whom he ordain'd to be
Transcripts of the Deity;

You, whom he in life doth hold,
You, for whom himself was sold:
You, on whom he still doth wait,
Whom he would again create;
Made by him, and purchas'd, why,
Why will ye for ever die?

4 You, who own his record true,
You, his chosen people, you;
You, who call the Saviour, Lord,
You, who read his written word;
You, who see the gospel light,
Claim a crown in Jesu's right;
Why will you, ye Christians, why,
Will the house of Israel die?

HYMN 8.

8 lines 7's.

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 waste 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, obtest, 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 ?"
Can ye doubt if God is Love?
If to all his bowels move?

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Will you not his word receive?
Will you not his OATH believe?
See! the suffering God appears!
Jesus weeps; believe his tears!
Mingled with his blood, they cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?"

INNERS, obey the gospel-word Haste to the supper of my Lord Be wise to know your gracious day; All things are ready, come away! Ready the Father is to own, And kiss his late returning son: Ready your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands.

Ready the Spirit of his love,

Just now the stony to remove:

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To' apply and witness with the blood,
And wash, and seal the sons of God.

4 Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your blest estate:
Tuning their harps, they long to praise.
The wonders of redeeming grace..
5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Are ready with their shining host:
All heaven is ready to resound,
"The dead's alive! the lost is found!??
6.Come, then, ye sinners to your Lord,
In Christ to paradise restor❜d :
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel-grace.
7 A pardon written with his blood,
The favour and the peace of God;

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