And, with a smile upon my face,
Pafs the important hour of death.

LXXIV. Invitation of finners to
Chrift. Ifaiah. lv. 1.

1

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O! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh, ['Tis God invites the fallen race] Mercy, and free falvation buy;

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace.

2 Come to the living waters, come;
Sinners obey your maker's call :
Return, ye weary wand'rers, home,
And find my grace reach'd out to all.

3 See from the rock, a fountain rife!
For you in healing ftreams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye lab'ring, burthen'd, fin-fick fouls.

4 Nothing ye in exchange fhall give ;
Leave all ye have and are behind:
Frankly the gift of God receive;
Pardon and peace in Jefus find.

LXXV The fame. Ifaiah lv.

2. 8 &c.

TITHER, ye lab'ring finners, come;
Jefus, the Lord, invites you near:

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Jefus

Jefus fhall take you for his own,
And make you his peculiar care.

2 Why feek ye that which is not bread,
Nor can your hungry fouls fuftain ?
On afhes, hufks, and air, ye feed;
Ye spend your little all in vain.

3 In fearch of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unavailing ftrife:
Whither, ah! whither would ye go?
Chrift has the words of endless life.

4 Hearken to Christ with earnest care, And freely eat fubftantial food; share,

The sweetness of his mercy

And tafte that he alone is good.

5 He bids you all his goodness prove,
His promises for finners free:
Come, tafte the manna of his love,
And all his full falvation fee.

6 Your willing ear and heart incline ;
His words believingly receive;
Quicken'd your foul by faith divine,
An everlafting life shall live.

The Father's well-beloved Son,
Bore all my fins upon the tree !
The Lamb of God for me hath dy'd :
My Lord, my love is crucify'd.

2 Behold him all ye that pafs by;

The bleeding prince of life and peace:
Come, fee, ye worms, the Saviour die.
And fay, was ever grief like his ?
He for the vileft finner dy'd;
My Lord, my love is crucify'd.

3 Is crucify'd for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true;

We all are bought with Jefu's blood.
Pardon and peace flow from his fide;
My Lord, my love is crucify'd.

4

Then let us fit beneath his crofs,
And gladly catch the healing ftream ;
All things, for him, account but lofs,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing speak or think befide,
My Lord, my love is crucify'd.

LXXVIII Gratitude for Converfion

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HEE will I love, my ftrength, my tow'r :
Thee will I love, my joy, my crown:

heewould I love, with all my pow'r :
Thee would I love, and thee alone :

Thee

Thee would I love in life and death,
And praise thee with my latest breath.

2 Ah! why did I fo late thee know?
Thee, lovelier than fons of men?
Ah! why did I no fooner go,

To thee the only ease in pain? Afham'd, I figh, and inly mourn, That I fo late to thee did turn.

3 In darkness, willingly, I ftray'd:

I fought thee not, but from thee rov'd. Far wide, my wand'ring thoughts were spread; Thy creature more than thee I lov'd: And now if more at length I fee,

'Tis thro' thy light, and comes from thee.

4 I thank thee uncreated fun,

That thy bright beams on me have shin'd:
I thank thee, who haft overthrown
My foes, and heal'd my wounded mind,
I thank thee whofe enliv'ning voice,
Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.

5

Direct me in the facred race,

Nor fuffer me again to stray;
Strengthen my feet with steady pace,
Still to prefs forward in thy way.
Let all my pow'rs, with all their might,
To glorify my God unite.

6 Thee would I love, my joy, my crown;
Thee would I love, my Lord, my God:

Thee

Thee would I love beneath thy frown,
Or fmile; thy fceptre, or thy rod :
Thee would I love in endless day,
When heav'n and earth are past away.

LXXVIII. Chrift the Friend of

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HERE fhall my wond'ring foul begin? How fhall I all to heav'n afpire ? A flave redeem'd from death and fin, A brand pluck'd from eternal fire! How fhall I equal triumphs raise, And fing my great deliv'rer's praise?

2 O how fhall I thy goodness tell,

Father which thou to me fhew'd ? "That I, a child of wrath and hell,

I fhould be call'd a child of God! Should know my ev'ry fin forgiv❜n ; Bleft with the antipaft of heav'n.

3 And shall I flight my father's love?
Or bafely fear his gifts to own?
Unmindful of his favours prove?
Shall I, the hallow'd cross to fhun,
Refufe to tell how good thou art,
Or hide thy bleffings in my heart.

4 No; tho' the ancient dragon rage, And call forth all his hofts to war;

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