5 "Why feek ye that which is not bread,
Nor can your hungry fouls fuftain?
On afhes, hufks, and air ye feed;
Ye fpend your little all in vain.
6" In fearch of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unavailing ftrife:
Whither, ah! whither would ye go!
I have the words of endless life:
7" Hearken to me with earnest care,
And freely eat fubftantial food;
The sweetness of my mercy fhare,
And tafte that I alone am good.
"I bid you all my goodness prove:
My promifes for all are free:
Come, tafte the manna of my love,
And let your fouls delight in me.
"Your willing ear and heart incline,
My words believingly receive;
Quicken'd your fouls by faith divine,
An everlasting life fhall live."

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HYMN

THY

5. [Newcafile. All 10's.

HY faithfulness, Lord, Each moment
we find,

So true to thy word, So loving and kind! Thy mercy fo tender, To,all the loft race: The fouleft offender may turn and find grace. 2 The mercy I feel, To others I fhew,

I fet to my feal that Jefus is true : Ye all may find favour, Who come at his call, O come to my Saviour; His grace is for all. 3 To fave what was loft, From heaven he came Come, finners, and truft In Jefus's Name! He offers you pardon; He bids you he free! "If fin be your burden, O come unto ine!”

4 O 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 finners beneath.
5 Then let us fubmit His grace to receive
Fall down at his feet, And gladly believe:
All may be forgiven For Jefus's fake:
Our title to heaven His merits we take.

HYMN 6. [Hotham. All 7'§. '. Why will ye die, O Houfe of Ifrael! Ezek. xviii. 31.

1 INNERS, turn, why will you die.?

God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal caufe demands,
Afks the work of his own hands,
Why, you thanklefs creatures, why,
Will you crofs his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn, why will you die?
God your Saviour, afks you why?
God, who did your fouls retrieve,
Died himfelf, that you might live.
Will you let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again?

Why, you ranfom'd finners, why
Will ye flight his grace, and die?.
3 Sinners, turn, why will you die?
God, the Spirit, afks you why?
He, who all your lives hath ftrove,
Woo'd you to embrace his love.
Will you not the grace receive?
Will you ftill refufe to live?
Why, you long-fought finners, why
Will you grieve your GoD, and die?

4 Dead already, dead within,

Spiritually dead in fin,

Dead to Gon, while here you breathe,

Pant you after fecond death?

Will you fill in fin remain,
Greedy of eternal pain?
O you dying finners, why,
Why will you for ever die?

All 7's»

HYMN 7. [Hotham.
Lestrangere the tif breath
ET the beafts their breath refign,

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 you for ever die?

2 You, on whom he favours showers,
You, poffeft of nobler powers,
You, of Reafon's powers poffeft,
You, with Will and Memory bleft;
You, with finer fenfe endued,
Creatures capable of God;
Nobleft of his creatures, why,
Why will you for ever die?
3 You, whom he ordain'd to be
Tranfcripts of the Trinity:
You, whom he in life doth hold,
You, for whom himself was fold:
You, on whom he still doth wait,
Whom he would again create;
Made by him, and purchas'd, why,'
Why will you for ever die?

4 You, who own his record true,
You, his chofen people, you ;---

You, who call the Saviour, Lord,
You, who read his written word;
You, who see the gofpel light,
Claim a crown in Jefu's right;
Why will you, ye Chriftians, why,
Will the houfe of Ifrael die?

HYMN 8. [Hotham. All 7's.

HAT Cou'd your Redeemer do,

WMore than he hath done for you?

To procure your peace with God,
Cou'd he more than fhed his blood?
After all his wafte of love,

All his drawings from above,
Why will you your Lord deny ?
Why will you refolve to die?

2 Turn, he cries, ye finners, turn;
By his life your God hath fworn;
He wou'd have you turn and live,
He wou'd all the world receive;
If your death were his delight,
Wou'd he you to life invite?
Wou'd he afk, obteft, and cry,
Why will you refolve to die?

8 Sinners, turn, while God is near:
Dare not think him infincere :
Now, even now, your Saviour ftands,
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 you refolve to die?”

Can you doubt if Gop 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 fuffering GOD appears!
Jefus weeps; believe his tears!
Mingled with his blood they cry,
"Why will you refolve to die?"

HYMN 9. [The Invitation. L. M.
INNERS, obey the gospel-word;
Hafte to the Supper of my Lord;
Be wife to know your gracious day!
All things are ready, come away!
2 Ready the Father is to own,
And kifs his late returning fon :
Ready your loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
3 Ready the Spirit of his love,

Juft now the ftony to remove :

To' apply and witness with the blood,
And wash, and feal the fons of God.

4 Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your bleft eftate :
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace.
5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft,
Is ready with their shining Hoft:
All heaven is ready to refound,

"The dead's alive! The loft is found!

6 Come, then, ye finners, to your Lord, Thro' Chrift to paradife reftor'd: His proferr'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel-grace: 1. A pardon written with his blood, The favour and the peace of God;