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Mercy and free salvation buy;

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. Nothing ye in exchange may give ; ! Leave all


have and are behind; Freely the gift of God receive,

Pardon and peace in Jesus find. For Sinners Jefus deign'd to bleed,

And finners in his kingdom share ; Who comes as such, and feels his need,

Shall find a kind reception there.





Godhead from his throne;

" Juftice and Mercy are the names,

Whereby I will be known: Ye dying fouls, that fit

“ In darkness and distress,
- Look from the borders of the pit

“ To my recov'ring grace.”
Sinners thall hear the sound;

Their thankful tongues shall own, “Our righteousness and strength are found

“ In thee, O Lord, alone.”
In thee shall Isr'el trust,

And see their guilt forgiv'n :
God ihall pronounce the lioners juft,

And take the faints to heav'nin





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YHRIST hath blessings to iinpart,

Grace to save thee from thy fears : O the love that fills his heart !

Sinner, wipe away thy tears.
Why art thou afraid to come?

Why afraid to tell tby case?
He will not pronounce thy doom ;

Smiles are seated on his face.
Tho' his majesty be great,

Yet his mercy is po less :
Tho' he thy transgressions hate,

Jesus feels for thy distress.
Raise thy downcaft eyes, and fee,

Numbers do his throne surround; These were finners once, like thee,

But have full falvation found. Yield not then to unbelief,

Courage soul ! " there yet is room !" Tho' of finners thou art chief,

Come, thou burden'd finner come.

104. C. M. CENNICK.

NOME, guilty fouls, and flee away

To Christ, and heal your wounds; This is the welcome gospel day,

Wherein free grace abounds.


God lov'd the church, and gave his Son

To drink the cup of wrath :
And Jesus faith be'll cast out none,

That come to him by faith.

105. 8. 4. Rax's Col.


ARK, hark! the gospel-trumpet founds,

Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood,
Rebels are reconcil'd to God,
And led into the heav'nly road,

By grace divine !
Come finners hear the joyful news,
Nor longer dare the grace refuse;
Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
While boundless love in ev'ry line

Invites you near.
Ye faints in glory, strike the lyre ;
Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire;.
Let botb the Savior's love proclaim,
And spread abroad-bis matchlefs fame :.?
For ever worthy is the Lamb
Of endless praile.

106. Helmsley T. HART.
Come and welcome to Jesus Cbrift.
TOME, ye finners, vile and wretched,

Weak and wounded, fick and poor!

Jefus ready ftands to save you,

Full of pity join'd with powr:He is able,

He is willing : doubt no more !

Let not conscience makė 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 rifing beam.

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 finib'd

Sinner, will not this suffice?

Lo, th' incarnate God ascended”.

Pleads the virtue of his blood Venture on him, venture wholly

Let no other trust intrude ; .. None but Jesus

Can do helpless Sinners good.

Saints and angels join'd in concert,

Sing the praises of the Lamb ; While the blissful seats of heaveta

Sweetly echo with his name. Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the fame.

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As the 143th. TOPLADY's Col.

The Jubilee.
LOW the trumpet

The gladly folemn sound!
Let all the nations know,

To earth's remoteft bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd finners, home.
Ye, who have sold for nought

Your heritage above;
Shall have it back, unbought,

The gift of Jesus' love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd Roners, home.
Ye llaves of fin and hell,

Your liberty receive ;
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And blest in Jesus live; The year

of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ranfom'd finners, home. The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of pard'ning grace: Ye happy souls, draw near,

Behold your Savior's facé :

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