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Would He ask, beseech, and cry,
“Why will you resolve to die?" 2 Sinners, turn, while God is near : Dare not think Him insincere :
Now, even now, your Saviour stands;
All day long He spreads His hands,
Me, who life to none deny ;
Why will you resolve to die?” 3 Can
doubt if God is love, If to all His mercies move ?
Will ye not His word receive ?
Will ye not His oath believe ?
283 WHEN some kind shepherd from the
Has lost a straying sheep, Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves,
And climbs the mountain's steep. 2 But O the joy, the transport sweet,
When he the wanderer finds !
3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys,
And make his bliss complete :
The joyful shepherd greet.
When but one sinner turns,
His sins and errors mourns ! 5 Pleased with the news, the saints below
In songs their tongues employ ; Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heaven is filled with joy. 6 Angels rejoice in louder strains,
And seraphs feel new fire; “A sinner lost is found,” they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
With guilt and fear opprest,
And calls to give you rest.
Or heavy be your grief,
shall find relief. 3 Why hesitate and doubt,
Why so reluctant seem ?
That ever came to Him?
He stands with open arms, 4
Inviting sinners home;
And every charm says, 'Come!' 5 Come, then, without delay,
And enter into rest;
And be for ever blest!
E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
For every humble guest.
He calls, He bids you come;
But see, there yet is room :-
There love and pity meet; Nor will He bid the soul depart
That trembles at His feet.
The blessings of His love ;
Of nobler joys above.
Before the eternal throne,
6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
The Christian Life.
C.M. YOME, let us to the Lord our God
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn. 2. His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave ; And though His arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save. 3 Long hath the night of sorrow reigned ;
The dawn shall bring us light; God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight. 4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him and rejoice ; His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice. 5 So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
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7.7.7. HEA EAL me, O my Saviour, heal;
Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal. 2 Fresh the wounds that sin hath made ;
Hear the prayers I oft have prayed,
And in mercy send me aid.
Cheerless, none can cheer but Thou;
Suppliant, Lord, to Thee I bow. 4. Thou the true Physician art;
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart,
Binding up the bleeding heart. 5 Other comforters are gone;
Thou canst heal, and Thou alone,
Thou for all my sin atone.
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel;