4 "Tis sin, alas, with tyrant pow'r,
The lodging has possest;

And crowds of traitors bar the door
Against the heav'nly guest.

5 Ye dang❜rous inmates, hence depart; Dear Saviour, enter in,

And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

HYMN 51. C. M.

Cowper.

1 NOW is the time, th' accepted hour,

sinners, come away;

The Saviour's knocking at your door, Arise without delay.

2 Oh! don't refuse to give him room, Lest mercy should withdraw;

He'll then in robes of vengeance come To execute his law.

3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of grace,

When you your injur'd Judge shall see,
And stand before his face.

4 Oh! could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
To the dark shades of endless night,
From that all-searching eye?

5 The dead awak'd must all appear,
And you among them stand,
Before the great impartial bar,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand.

6 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list'ning ear;

Lest you should meet them all again,
When wrapt in keen despair.

HYMN 52. c. M.

HEGINBOTHOM.

Luke xix. 41, 42.

He beheld the city, &c.

[NHAPPY city! hadst thou known— Then were thy peace secure,

1" UNHA

But now the day of grace is gone,
And thy destruction sure."

2 Thus to the Jews the Saviour calls,
As near their gates he stood,
His eyes beheld their guilty walls,
And wept a sacred flood.

3 And can mine eyes, without a tear,
A weeping Saviour see?

Shall I not weep his groans to hear,
Who groan'd and died for me?

4 Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine
Subdue each stubborn foe;
Come, fill my heart with love divine,
And bid my sorrows flow.

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HYMN 53. C. M.

ESUS, Redeemer of mankind,
Thy saving power display ;
Thy mercy now may sinners find,
And know their gracious day.

2 Ah, give them, Lord, a longer space;
Nor suddenly consume ;-

But let them take the proffer'd grace,
And flee the wrath to come.

3 Open their eyes thy cross to view,
Their ears to hear thy cries-
Sinners, the Saviour weeps for you,
For you he weeps and dies.

4 All the day long he meekly stands,
The rebels to receive;

1

And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands,

And bids you turn, and live.

HYMN 54. C. M.

STEELE.

And yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22.

YE

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, be 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 In him the Father, reconcil'd,
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom❜d home.

HYMN 55. C. M.

WATTS.

ESUS, thy blessings are not few,

J Nor is thy gospel weak;

Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And heal the dying Greek.

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,
Does thy salvation flow;

"Tis not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.

3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair.

4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come, He'll form your souls anew;

His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.

1Y Immerg'd in sin and wo,

dying sons of men,

The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.

BODEN.

2 No longer now delay;
No vain excuses frame;
He bids you come to-day,

Tho' poor, and blind, and lame :
All things are ready, sinners, come!
For every trembling soul there's room.

3 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring souls, draw near;
Christ calls you from above-
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come;
In mercy's arms there still is room.

HYMN 57. 8, 7, 4.
8,7,

HART.

Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. xi. 28-30.

1

HOME, ye weary, heavy laden,

If you tarry till you're better

You will never come at all:
Not the righteous-

Sinners Jesus came to call.

2 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly 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! your Maker prostrate lies!