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

5 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;

As show'rs that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground:

6 So shall his presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;

That hallow'd morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

1 COME, Lord! and warm each languid heart ;

Inspire each lifeless tongue :

And let the joys of heav'n impart
Their influence to our song!

2 Sorrow, and pain, and ev'ry care,
And discord, there shall cease;
And perfect joy, and love sincere,
Adorn the realms of peace.

3 The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its pow'r no more,
But, cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.

4 There shall the foll'wers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;

And endless honours to his Name
Employ their grateful tongues.

5 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love;
Our feeble notes inspire;

Till, in thy blissful courts above,
We join th'angelic choir.

49 Hymn.

1

7's.

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare;

Jesus loves to answer pray'r:
Thou art coming to a King;
Large petitions with thee bring.
2 With my burden I begin :
Oh! remove this load of sin!
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt,
Set
my conscience free from guilt!

3 Lord, I come to thee for rest;
Take possession of my breast!
There thy blood-bought right maintain,
And without a rival reign.

4 As the image in the glass
Answers the beholder's face;
Thus unto my heart appear,

Print thine own resemblance there!
5 While I am a pilgrim here,
Let thy love my spirit cheer!

As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend,
Lead me to my journey's end!

50 Hymn.

1

COME

S. M.

NOME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;

Jehovah is the sov'reign Lord,
The universal King!

2 He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And his the solid ground.

3 Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord :

We are his work, and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.

4 To-day obey his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, as the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

51 Hymn.

1

COMI

8-7's.

NOME, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Jesus sought me, when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Freely shed his precious blood.
3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain❜d to be!
Let that grace break ev'ry fetter,
That withholds my heart from thee.

4 Ever prone to earthly pleasure,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Jesus! make my heart thy treasure,
Seal it for thy courts above.

52 Hymn.

1

8-7's.

COME, thou long-expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free!

From our fears and sins release us;
Let us find our rest in thee.

2 Israel's strength and consolation,
Hope of all the earth thou art;
Bless'd desire of ev'ry nation,
Joy of ev'ry faithful heart.

3 Born thy people to deliver;
Born a child, and yet a king;
Born to reign in us for ever;
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.
4 By thine own eternal Spirit,
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By thine all-sufficient merit,
Raise us to thy glorious throne.

53 Hymn.

1

L. M.

COME, weary souls, with sin distress'd;
Come, and accept the promis'd rest;

The Saviour's gracious call obey;
And cast your gloomy fears away.

2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,
Oh! come and spread your woes abroad;
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift! how free the grace!
4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart :
We come with trembling; yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.

1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched;
Now is the accepted hour;

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r :

He is able,

He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Let not conscience make you linger;
Nor of fitness vainly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you;

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

3 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody cross behold him;
Hear him cry before he dies,—
"It is finish'd,"-
Finish'd the great sacrifice!

4 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
On his righteousness confiding,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

5 Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his Name:
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

55 Hymn.

1

As 148 Ps.

COME, ye who love the Lord,

And feel his quick'ning pow'r;

Unite with one accord

His goodness to adore:

To heav'n and earth aloud proclaim

Your great Redeemer's glorious Name.