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268 LOUD let the tuneful trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; Let every soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year. 2 Ye debtors, whom He gives to know That you ten thousand talents owe, When humbled at His feet ye fall, Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 3 The rich inheritance of heaven, Through Jesus Christ, is freely given; Fair Salem your arrival waits, With golden streets and pearly gates. 4 Her blest inhabitants no more Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt but love, immensely great, And joy still rises with the debt. 5 O happy souls that know the sound! God's light shall all their steps surround; And show that jubilee begun Which through eternal years shall run.. DODDRIDGE.*

7.6. double.

JESU, Thou art standing Outside the fast closed door, In lowly patience waiting

To pass the threshold o'er:
Shame on us, Christian brethren,
His sacred name who bear;
O shame thrice shame upon us,
To keep Him standing there.
2 O Jesu, Thou art knocking;

And lo! that Hand is scarred,
And thorns Thy brow encircle,
And tears Thy face have marred
O love that passeth knowledge,
So patiently to wait!

O sin that hath no equal,
So fast to bar the gate!
3 O Jesu, Thou art pleading,
In accents meek and low-
'I died for you, My children,
And will you treat Me so?'
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door:
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us never more!

W. W. HOW.*

L.M.

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C. COFFIN, trans. J. CHANDLER.

S.M.

Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood, Repent-believe-obey.

3

Who would to Him their souls unite;
Then be the work of grace begun;
Thou wouldst be saved, why not to-14
night?
MRS. REED.

And fearful will their end be found
On whom His wrath shall fall.

Come, then, whoever will:
Come, while 'tis called to-day;

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G. M. DOANE.

RETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek an injured Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return, And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern, His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to His bleeding feet, and learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer, return, And wipe away the falling tear; "Tis God who says, "No longer mourn 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

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W. B. COLLYER.

SOULS of men! why will ye scatter

Like a crowd of frightened sheep? Foolish hearts! why will ye wander From a love so true and deep? 2 It is God: His love looks mighty, But is mightier than it seems; 'Tis our Father, and His fondness Goes far out beyond our dreams. 3 There's a wideness in God's mercy, Like the wideness of the sea: There's a kindness in His justice, Which is more than liberty.

4 But we make His love too narrow,
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify His strictness

With a zeal He will not own.

5 There is no place where earth's sorrows
Are more felt than up in heaven;
There is no place where earth s failings
Have such kindly judgment given.

6 For the love of God is broader
Than the measures of man's mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.

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F. W. FABER.

8.7.

WAS there ever kindest shepherd,
Half so gentle, half so sweet,

As the Saviour who would have us Come and gather round His feet? 2 There is welcome for the sinner, And more graces for the good; There is mercy with the Saviour, There is healing in His blood. 3 There is plentiful redemption

In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.

4 There is grace enough for thousands
Of new worlds as great as this;
There is room for fresh creations
In that upper home of bliss.

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And take the bliss Thy love imparts, And drink, and never die.

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A. STEELE.

TO-DAY Thy mercy calls us

To wash away our sin, However great our trespass, Whatever we have been: However long from mercy

7.6.

Our hearts have turned away, Thy precious blood can cleanse us, And make us white to-day.

2 To-day Thy gate is open,
And all who enter in
Shall find a Father's welcome,
And pardon for their sin.
The past shall be forgotten,

A present joy be given,
A future grace be promised,
A glorious crown in heaven.
3 To-day our Father calls us;
His Holy Spirit waits;
The blessed angels gather
Around the heavenly gates:
No question will be asked us
How often we have come;
Although we oft have wandered,
It is our Father's home!

4 O all-embracing mercy! O ever-open door!

What should we do without Thee
When heart and eye run o'er?
When all things seem against us,
To drive us to despair,

We know one gate is open,
One ear will hear our prayer!

W

DODDRIDGE.

78.

TEARY souls that wander wide
From the central point of bliss,

Turn to Jesus crucified,

Fly to those dear wounds of His :
Wash in His atoning blood,
Rise into the life of God.

2 Find in Christ the way of peace,
Peace unspeakable, unknown:
By His pain He gives you ease,
Life by His expiring groan:
Rise, exalted by His fall,
Find in Christ your all in all.
3 O believe the record true,

God to you His Son hath given!
Ye may now be happy too;
Find on earth the life of heaven:
Live the life of heaven above,
All the life of glorious love.

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WE

WESLEY."

75.

ELCOME, welcome! sinner, hear!
Hang not back through shame or
fear;

Doubt not, nor distrust the call;
Mercy is proclaimed to all.

2 Welcome to the offered peace;
Welcome, prisoner, to release;--
Burst thy bonds; be saved; be free;
Rise and come-He calleth thee.
3 Welcome, weeping penitent;
Grace has made thy heart relent;
Welcome, long-estrangèd child;
God in Christ is reconciled.

4 All ye weary and distrest,
Welcome to relief and rest!
All is ready: hear the call,
There is ample room for all.

5 O the virtue of that price,
That redeeming sacrifice!

Come, ye bought, but not with gold; Welcome to the sacred fold!

To procure your peace with God,
Could He more than shed His blood?
If your death were His delight,
Would He you to life invite?
Would He ask, beseech, and cry,
"Why will you resolve to die?'

2 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 you resolve to die?"
3 Can ye doubt if God is love,
If to all His mercies move?
Will ye not His word receive?
Will ye not His oath believe?
See! your suffering Lord appears!
Jesus weeps!-believe His tears!
Mingled with His blood, they cry,
"Why will you resolve to die?"
WESLEY.*

J. CONDER.

Why so reluctant seem?

When did He shut a sinner out

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That ever came to Him?

More than He hath done for you?

He stands with open arms, Inviting sinners home;

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S. DEACON.

C.M.

E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store

For every humble guest.

2 See Jesus stands with open arms,
He calls, He bids you come;
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,
But see, there yet is room :--

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;
There love and pity meet;
Nor will He bid the soul depart
That trembles at His feet.

4 O come! and with His children taste
The blessings of His love;
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice,
Before the eternal throne,

Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore:
Approach, there yet is room!

A. STEELE.

COME, let us to the Lord our God

With contrite hearts return;

Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And though His arm be strong to
smite,

"Tis also strong to save.

3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;
The dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.

4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.

5 So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

J. MORRISON.

HEAL me, O my Saviour, heal;

Heal me as

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suppliant kneel;

Heal me, and my pardon seal.

2 Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid.

3 Helpless, none can help me now; Cheerless, none can cheer_but Thou; Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow.

4 Thou the true Physician art;
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart,
Binding up the bleeding heart.

5 Other comforters are gone;
Thou canst heal, and Thou alone,
Thou for all my sin atone.

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Heal me, then, my Saviour, heal;
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel;

To Thy mercy I appeal. G. THRING.

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288 JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee,

and undone, for aid I flee; Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open Thine arms and take me in. 2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul; 'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; Fallen, till in me Thine image shine, And lost I am, till Thou art mine. 3 At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for Thee: Here, then, to Thee I all resign, Thine is the work, and only Thine. 4 What shall I say Thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love: I give up every plea beside, Lord, I am lost,-but Thou hast died! WESLEY.*

Even me, even me,

Let some droppings fall on me.
2 Pass me not, O gracious Father!
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy light on me--
Even me, &c.

3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour!
Let me live and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favour:
Whilst Thou'rt calling, O call me-
Even me, &c.

4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesu's merit!

Speak the word of power to me-
Even me, &c.

5 Pass me not, Thy lost one bringing,
Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee;
Whilst the streams of life are springing,
Blessing others, O bless me-

Even me, &c.

E. CODNER.