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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.
S. M. WATTS'S H.
Godhead from his throne;
" Juftice and Mercy are the names,
Whereby I will be known: “Ye dying fouls, that fit
“ In darkness and distress,
“ To my recov'ring grace.”
Their thankful tongues shall own, “Our righteousness and strength are found
“ In thee, O Lord, alone.”
And see their guilt forgiv'n :
And take the faints to heav'nin
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 afraid to tell tby case?
Smiles are seated on his face.
Yet his mercy is po less :
Jesus feels for thy distress.
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.
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 :
That come to him by faith.
105. 8. 4. Rax's Col.
ARK, hark! the gospel-trumpet founds,
Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood,
By grace divine !
Invites you near.
106. Helmsley T. HART.
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.
The gladly folemn sound!
To earth's remoteft bound,
Your heritage above;
The gift of Jesus' love;
Your liberty receive ;
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 :