5 Millions of sinners, vile as you,
Have here found life and peace;
Come, then, and prove its virtues too,
And drink, adore, and bless.

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Christ, the only source of salvation.
NOD'S holy law transgress'd,
T Speaks nothing but despair;

GOD

S. M.

Convinced of guilt, with grief oppress'd,
We find no comfort there.

2 Not all our groans and tears,
Nor works which we have done,
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,
Can e'er for sin atone.

3 Relief alone is found

In Jesus' precious blood:

'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God.

4 This is salvation's source;

And all our hopes arise

From Him, who, hanging on the cross,
A spotless victim dies.

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The precious Name.

C. M.

OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

HOW

Hm a believer's ear;

It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast

"Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary, rest.

وتا

3 Dear Name, the rock on which I build, My shield and hiding-place;

My never-failing-treasure, fill'd

With boundless stores of grace:

4 Jesus, my Shepherd, Saviour, Friend,
My Prophet, Priest, and King,
My Lord, my Life, my Way, my End,
Accept the praise I bring.

5 I would thy boundless love proclaim
With every fleeting breath;

So shall the music of thy Name
Refresh my soul in death.

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The unspeakable gift.

L. M.

HA

APPY the man who finds the grace,
The blessing of God's chosen race,
The wisdom coming from above,
The faith that sweetly works by love.

2 Happy, beyond description, he
Who knows the Saviour died for me!
The gift unspeakable obtains,
And heavenly understanding gains.

3 Wisdom divine! who tells the price
Of wisdom's costly merchandise?
Wisdom to silver we prefer,

And gold is dross compared to her.

4 Her hands are fill'd with length of days, True riches, and immortal praise,

Riches of Christ on all bestow'd,

And honour that descends from God.

5 To purest joys she all invites,—
Chaste, holy, spiritual delights;
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
And all her flowery paths are peace.

6 Happy the man who wisdom gains;
Thrice happy, who his guest retains :
He owns, and shall forever own,
Wisdom, and Christ, and heaven, are one.

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THY

He waiteth to be gracious.

HY ceaseless, unexhausted love,
Unmerited and free,

Delights our evil to remove,
And help our misery.

C. M.

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still;
Thou dost with sinners bear;
That, saved, we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.

3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me,
To every soul, abound;

A vast, unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough forever more.

5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,A rock that cannot move :

A thousand promises declare

Thy constancy of love.

6 Throughout the universe it reigns,

Unalterably sure;

And while the truth of God remains,
His goodness must endure.

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Universal redemption.

L. M.

SINNERS, obey the heavenly call;

Your prison doors stand open wide: Go forth, for Christ hath ransom'd all, For every soul of man hath died. 2 "Tis his the drooping soul to raise; To rescue all by sin oppress'd; To clothe them with the robes of praise, And give their weary spirits rest.

3 To help their grov'ling unbelief;
Beauty for ashes to confer ;
The oil of joy for abject grief;
Triumphant joy for sad despair.

4 To make them trees of righteousness,—
The planting of the Lord below;
To spread the honour of his grace,
And on to full perfection go.

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The jubilee trumpet.

BLOW ye the trumpet, blow

The gladly-solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad :

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

3 Extol the Lamb of God,-
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim:
The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive,
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live:

The year of jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

5 Ye who have sold for naught
Your heritage above,
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
6 The gospel trumpet hear,-
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face:

The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

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The gospel feast.

C. M.

ET every mortal ear attend,
And every 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 prepared
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.