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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,
Cries, “ Ye will not happy be!
No, ye will not come to Me!

Me, who life to none deny ;

Why will you resolve to die?” 3 Can

ye

doubt if God is love, If to all His mercies move ?

Will ye not His word receive ?

Will ye not His oath believe ?
See ! your suffering Lord appears !
Jesus weeps !-believe His tears !
Mingled with His blood, they cry,
Why will you resolve to die ?»

WESLEY.

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C.M.

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 !
Up in his arms he takes his charge,
And to his shoulder binds.

3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys,

And make his bliss complete :
The neighbours hear the news, and all

The joyful shepherd greet.
4 Yet how much greater is the joy

When but one sinner turns,
And with a humble, broken heart,

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.

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J. NEEDHAM.

S.M.

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284

E
Y heavy-laden souls,

With guilt and fear opprest,
Come! for the great Redeemer calls,

And calls to give you rest.
However great your load,

Or heavy be your grief,
Come to the blessed Son of God,

shall find relief. 3 Why hesitate and doubt,

Why so reluctant seem ?
When did He shut a sinner out

That ever came to Him?

And you

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He stands with open arms, 4

Inviting sinners home;
His voice contains a thousand charms,

And every charm says, 'Come!' 5 Come, then, without delay,

And enter into rest;
With gratitude His voice obey,

And be for ever blest!

S. DEACON.

C.M.

285
Y beholde d-royal feast

E wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store

For every humble guest.
2 See Jesus stands with open arms,

He calls, He 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 O come ! and with His children taste

The blessings of His love ;
While hope attends the sweet repast

Of nobler joys above.
5 There, with united heart and voice,

Before the eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more

Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace

adore :
Approach, there yet is room !

A. STEELE.

The Christian Life.

PENITENCE. 286

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
The sorrows of the night.

J. MORRISON. 287

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.
3 Helpless, none can help me now;

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.
6 Heal me, then, my Saviour, heal;

Heal me, as I suppliant kneel;
To Thy mercy I appeal.

G. THRING.

L.M.

288
JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee,

,
Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
Open Thine arms and take me in.

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