Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Loft, and ruin'd, by the fall!
If you tarry 'till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous:

Sinners, JESUS came to call.

View him, proftrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies!
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry, before he dies,
"It is finifh'd."

Sinners! will not this fuffice?

Lo! th' incarnate Gop, afcended, Pleads the merit of his blood: Venture on him, venture wholly,

Let no other truft intrude;
: None but JESUS

Can do helpless finners good.
Saints, and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful heights of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name.
Hallelujah!

Sinners, here, may fing the fame.

LXXX. The Son of Righteoufnefs. P. M.

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IGHT of thofe, whofe dreary dwellings
Border on the fhades of death

Come, and by thy love's revealing,
Diffipate the clouds beneath;

The new heaven and earth's creator,
In our deepest darknefs rife :"
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Scatt'ring all the night of nature,
Pouring eye-fight on our eyes.

Still we wait for thy appearing:
Life, and joy, thy beams impart ;
Chafing all our doubts, and cheering
Ev'ry poor benighted heart :
Come, and manifeft the favor

GOD hath for our ranfom'd race;
Come, fweet ADVOCATE, and SAVIOR,
Come, and bring thy gofpel-grace.

Save us in thy great compaffion,
O thou mild, pacific Prince!
Give the knowledge of falvation,
Give the pardon of our fins:
By thy all-fufficient merit,
Ev'ry burden'd foul release.

By the fhinings of thy fpirit,
Guide us into perfect peace.

LXXXI. At the Opening of Worship. C. M.
TOW may the fpirit's holy fire,

N Defcending from above:

His waiting family inspire,

With joy, and peace, and love!
Thee, we, the comforter confefs;
Unless thou'rt prefent here,
Our fongs of praise are vain address,
And lifelefs is our pray'r.

Wake, heav'nly winds, arife, and come,
Blow on the drooping field:
Our fpices then fhall breathe perfume,
And fragrant incenfe yield.
Touch with a living coal, the lip
That shall proclaim thy word,

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And bid each hearer gladly keep
Attention to the LORD.

Haften the reftitution day,

Which now corruption fhrouds; New heavens, and new earth display,

With JESUS in the clouds.

LXXXII. The Glory of CHRIST in Heaven.C.M.D,

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The delight, the heav'nly joy,

The glories of the place;

Where JESUS fheds the brightest beams,

Of his o'erflowing grace!

Sweet majefty and awful love,

Sit fmiling on his brow;

While all the glorious ranks above,

At humble distance bow,

Princes to his imperial name,
Bend their bright fcepters down