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Preserve the life Thyself hast given,
And feed and train us up for heaven. .
2 ” Our needy souls sustain
With fresh supplies of love,
Till all Thy life we gain,
And all Thy goodness prove;
And, strengthened by Thy perfect grace,
Behold, without a veil, Thy face.
340 C. M.
1 THE Savior calls; let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound.
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear;
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal woe.
3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise,
To ease your every pain.
Immortal fountain full supplies'
Nor shall you thirst in vain.
4 Ye sinners, come, ’tis mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey:
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,
And can you yet delay ?
5 Dear Savior, draw reluctant hearts;
To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy Love imparts,
And drink, and never die.
341 C. M. 1 THE King of heaven His table spreads, And dainties crown the board. Not all the boasted joys of earth Could such delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life are given;
And the rich Blood that Jesus shed
To raise the soul to heaven.
3 Ye hungry poor, who long have strayed
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from the hedges and highways,
And Grace will find you room.
4 Thousands of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And thousands more, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
5 Yet are His house and heart so large,
That thousands more may come;
Nor could the wide assembling world
O'erfill the spacious room.
6 All things are ready: enter in,
Nor weak excuses frame.
Come, take your places at the feast,
And bless the Founder’s Name.
Doddridge. 1755. a.
342 S. M. 1. THE Spirit, in our hearts . Is whispering, “Sinner, come:” The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all His children, “Come!” 2 Let him that heareth, say To all about him, “Come!” Let him that thirsts for righteousness To Christ, the Fountain, come!
3 * Yes, whosoever will,
0 let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life:
'Tis Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo, Jesus, who invites,
Declares, “I quickly come;”
Lord, even so I wait Thine hour;
Jesus, my Savior, come !
Henry Ustic Onderdonk. 1826. 343 L. M.
1 “CoME hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to my heavenly home.
2 “They shall find rest, that learn of Me;
I’m of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 “Blest is the man, whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight!
My yoke is easy to his neck;
My grace shall make the burden light.”
4 Jesus! we come at Thy command,
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal;
Resign our spirits to Thy hand,
To mould and guide us at Thy will.
1 CoME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!
2 Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure; l Rest eternal, sacred, sure. Anna Letitia Barbauld. 1795.
l 345 7's. 1 HAstEN, sinner, to be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Wisdom if you still despise, Harder is she to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore;. Stay not for the morrow's sun : t Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run.
- 3 Hasten, sinner, to return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun :
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
- Ere salvation’s work is done.
4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;
Stay not for the morrow's sun :
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
Thomas Scott. 1773. 346 78.
1 CoME, ye weary sinners, come,
All who feel your heavy load;
Jesus calls His wanderers home;
Hasten to your pardoning God.
2 Come, ye guilty souls opprest,
Answer to the Savior’s call :
“Come, and I will give you rest;
Come, and I will save you all.”
3 Jesus, full of truth and love,
We Thy kindest word obey:
Faithful let Thy mercies prove,
Take our load of guilt away.
4 Fain we would on Thee rely,
Cast on Thee our sin and care:
To Thine arms of mercy fly,
Find our lasting quiet there.
5 Lo, we come to Thee for ease;
True and gracious as Thou art,
Now our weary souls release,
Write forgiveness on our heart.
C. Wesley. 1746. a. 347 8, 7, 7.
1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruined by the Fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all;
In a full perpetual tide,
Opened when our Savior died.
2 Come in poverty and meanness,
Come defiled, without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.
3 Come in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty free remission,
Here the troubled peace may find:
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
4 He that drinks shall live forever; 2 'Tis a soul-renewing flood: 52