GORTON. S. M.

Arr. from BEETHOVEN.

227.

228.

Gen. 8: 9.

H, cease, my wandering soul,
Ón restless wing to roam;

All this wide world, to either pole,
Hath not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God!

Behold the open door!

Oh, haste to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

3 There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

Eph. 4: 30.

canst thou, slight

The call of love divine!

Shall God with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine?

Muhlenberg.

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave,
With all thy sins oppressed?

3 To-day, a pardoning God

Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.

HYDE.

229.

NON

1 Cor. 6: 2.

OW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace

Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.

2 Now is th' accepted time,

The gospel bids you come;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
3 Lord, draw reluctant souls,

And feast them with thy love;
Then will the angels swiftly fly
To bear the news above.

OLNEY. S. M.

DOBELL.

L. MASON.

230.

Rev. 22 17-20.

TIs whispering, "Sinner, come;

HE Spirit, in our hearts,

The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all his children, "Come!"

2 Let him that heareth say

To all about him, "Come;"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the Fountain, come!

3 Yes, whosoever will,

Oh, let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;
"T is Jesus bids him come.

4 Lo! Jesus who invites,

Declares, "I quickly come;

Lord, even so; we wait thine hour;
O blest Redeemer, come!

DEDHAM. C. M,

GARDINER.

231.

232.

Isa. 55: 7.

RETURN, O Wanderer, now return,

And seek thy Father's face!

Those new desires which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.

2 Return, O wanderer, now return,
Thy Saviour bids thee live;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely he'll forgive.

3 Return, O wanderer, now return,
And wipe the falling tear!

Thy Father calls—no longer mourn :
His love invites thee near.

"Ho! every one that thirsteth." Isa. 55.
ET 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,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

COLLYER.

WATTS.

4 Ho! ye that 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 night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

NOME, trembling sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;

C

Come with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:-

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
High as a mountain rose;

I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.

4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.

5 "I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;

For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die."

BELMONT. 8s, 7s & 4s.

FINE.

D.C.

234.

235.

"Look unto me and be ye saved."

HART.

YOME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore:

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power:
|: He is able, :||

He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
|:"It is finished !" :||

Sinners, will not this suffice?

3 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
||: None but Jesus :||

Can do helpless sinners good.

Isa. 55

INNERS, will you scorn the message
Sent in mercy from above?

SIN

Every sentence, oh, how tender!

Every line is full of love;

||: Hear, oh, hear it! :||

Every line is full of love.

ALLEN.