4 Then only believe,

And trust in his name;
He will not deceive,
Nor put you to shame;
But fully supply you

With all things in store;
Nor will he deny you
Because you are poor.
HYMN 60. L. M.

Blendon. Bath. Portugal.
Luke xv. 20-24.

1 LO! what a rapt'rous joy possess'd
The tender parent's throbbing breast,
To see his spendthrift son return,
And all his former follies mourn!

2 So Jesus never will despise

The contrite heart for sacrifice; The deep-fetch'd sigh, the secret groan Will rise accepted to the throne. 3 He meets, with tokens of his grace, The trembling lip, the blushing face; His bowels yearn when sinners pray, And mercy bears their sins away.

HYMN 61. L. M. C. Wesley.

St. Peter's. Portugal.

your

1 SINNERS, obey the gospel word,
Haste to the
of
supper
Lord;
Be wise to know your gracious day,
All things are ready, come away.

2 Ready the Father is to own And welcome his returning son, Ready the gracious Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit from above

To fill the broken heart with love, T' apply and witness Jesus' blood, And wash and seal you sons of God. 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate; Tuning their harps by which they praise The wonders of Redeeming grace. HYMN 62. L. M. C. Wesley.

Surry. Warwick.

1 SINNERS, approach your dying Lord,
And find your happiness restor❜d:
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace:
2 A pardon written with his blood,
The favor and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The trembling joys of penitence:
3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that tell your sins forgiv'n;
The sighs that waft your souls to heav'n.
4 Oh, quit this world's delusive charms,
And quickly fly to Jesus' arms;
Wrestle, until your God is known,
Till you can call the Lord your own.

HYMN 63.

C. M.

Watts.

Rochester. Braintree. Brighton.

Isa. lv. 1, 2.

1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice!

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
Who feed upon the wind,-
And vainly strive, with earthly toys,
To fill an empty mind :-

3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast;

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;

Here, you may quench your raging thirst, With springs that never dry.

5 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open all the day;

Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
HMYN 64. L. M.

Bicester. China.

1 HO! every one that thirsts, draw nigh, "Tis God invites the fallen race;

Mercy and free salvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

2 Ye nothing in exchange can give,
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
3 Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.
HYMN 65. L. M.

Carthage. Surry.

Compel them.-Luke xiv. 23.

1 COME, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd, Ye weary wanderers after rest;

Ye

poor and maim'd and halt and blind, In Christ a hearty welcome find.

2 See him set forth before your eyes;
Behold the bleeding sacrifice!
His offer'd love with joy embrace,
Bow to the sceptre of his grace.
3 This message from your God receive,
Nor longer dare his spirit grieve-
Yield to his love's constraining pow'r,
And fight against your God no more.
HYMN 66. 8s.

Maxwell.

Consolation. Lambeth, New-Jerusalem.

Excellencies of Christ.

1 HOW shall I my Saviour set forth? How shall I his beauties declare?

Oh, how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,

Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace ;-
No! this is a myst'ry unknown.
2 In him all the fulness of God

For ever transcendently shines ;
Though once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his gracious designs:
Though once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free;
His glory sustained no loss,

Eternal his kingdom shall be.

3 O sinner, believe and adore

The Saviour so rich to redeem ; No creature can ever explore

The treasures of goodness in him: Come, all ye, who see yourselves lost, And feel yourselves burden'd with sin, Draw near while with terror you're toss'd, Believe-and your peace shall begin.

HYMN 67.

L. M.

Quito. Kent. Portugal.

Watts.

The wonderful love of Christ.

1 COME, let me love, or is my mind Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice? I see the blessed fair one bend,

And stoop t' embrace me from the skies. 2 Oh! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, And make a heart of iron move,