1

ALL ye that pass by!
To Jefus draw nigh,

To you is it nothing that Jefus fhould die?

Come, fee, if there ever was forrow like his.

3 For what youave done, His blood did atone,

The Father hath punish'd for you his dear Son.

4

4

The Lord, in the day

Of his anger, did lay

Our fins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.

5

He answer'd for all

-O come at his call;

And low at his cross with aftonishment fall.

1

SA

HYMN

CXCII.-C. M.

ALVATION! O the joyful found! ·
What pleasure to our ears;

A fov'reign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Salvation!

3

2 Salvation! let the echo fly
The fpacious earth around;
While all the armies of the fky
Conspire to raise the found.

Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb,
To thee the praise belongs:
Salvation fhall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

HYMN

CXCIII.

S. M.

1

TOSANNA to the Son

HOSANN

Of David and of God!

Who brought the news of pardon down,
And bought it with his blood.

To Chrift, th' anointed King,
Be endless bleffings giv'n!
Let the whole earth his glory fing,
Who made our peace with heav'n.

3 Then let our fongs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.

1

No

OW begin the heav'nly theme,
Sing aloud in Jefu's name;

Ye who Jefu's kindness prove,
Triumph in redeeming love!

2 Ye who see the Father's grace,
Beaming in the Saviour's face;
As to Canaan on ye move,
Praife and bless redeeming love!

3 Mourning fouls, dry up your tears,
Banish all your guilty fears;
See your guilt and curfe remove,
Cancell'd by redeeming love!

4 Ye, alas! who long have been
Willing flaves to death and fin,
Now from blifs no longer rove,
Stop-and taste redeeming love!

5 Welcome, all by fin oppreft,
Welcome to your Saviour's breast;
Nothing brought him from above,
Nothing but redeeming love!

6 He fubdu'd th' infernal pow'rs,
His tremendous foes and ours,
From their accursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love!

7 Hither

7 Hither then your mufick bring,
Strike aloud each joyful ftring;
Mortals join the hosts above,
Join to praise redeeming love!

YE Behold a royal feaft!

E wretched, hungry, ftarving poor,

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For ev'ry welcome guest.

2 See, Jefus flands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come:
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But fee, there yet is room.

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart,
There love and pity meet;

Nor will he bid the foul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the Father, reconcil'd,
Invites the fouls to come;
The rebel fhall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom❜d home.

5

O come,

and with his children tafte

The bleffings of his love;

While hope attends the fweet repaft

Of nobler joys above.

6 There,

6 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne,

7

Ten thousand, thousand fouls rejoice,
In extafies unknown.

And yet ten thousand, thousand more
Are welcome still to come;

Ye longing fouls the grace adore;
Approach, there

yet is room.

HYMN

CXCVI.-C. M.

1

''LL rife, and to my father go,
With mournful voice complain,

And humble at his feet I'll bow,
His mercy to obtain.

2 He faid, and haften'd to his home,
To feek his father's love;

The father faw the rebel come,
And all his bowels move.

He and fell
ran,

Embrac'd and kifs'd his fon;

The rebel's heart with sorrow brake,
For follies he had done.

4 Take off his clothes of fhame and fin, (The father gives command,) Drefs him in garments white and clean, With rings adorn his hand.