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3 Who hath their report believed ?

Who received the joyful word ?
Who embraced the news of pardon,

Freely offered by the Lord ?
Life immortal,-

Freely offered by the Lord.
4 O ye angels! hovering round us,-

Waiting spirits! speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,

Tidings bear without delay,--

Glad the message will obey.


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HYMN 276, S. M. 276

The accepted Time.
1 OW is th' accepted time,

Now is the day of grace;
O sinners! come, without delay,

And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is th' accepted time,

The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late ;--

Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time,

The gospel bids you come:
And every promise, in his word,

Declares there yet is room.
4 Lord ! draw reluctant souls,

And melt them by thy love ;
Then will the angels speed their way,

To bear the news above.


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HYMN 277, 88 and 48. 277

The Gospel Trumpet.
ARK—hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,-

Through the wide earth, the echo bounds,-
Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood !
Sinners are reconciled to God,

By grace divine.
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Nor longer dare the grace refuse ;

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Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,

T'invite you near.
f" 3 Ye saints in glory! strike the lyre;

Ye mortals! catch the sacred fire ;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim ;-
For ever worthy is the Lamb

Of endless praise.


HYMN 278, C. M. 278

The Young exhorted.

YE hearts with youthful vigor warm !
And turn from every mortal charm,

A Saviour's voice to hear.
2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,

Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,

Your friendship to pursue.
3 The soul, that longs to see his face,

Is sure bis love to gain;
And they, who early seek his grace,

Shall never seek in vain.
4 What object, Lord! my soul should move,

If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,

Like what in Christ I see?
5 Away, ye false delusive toys !
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'T is here I fix my

ting choice, For here true bliss I find.

Children exhorted.

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HYMN 279, 88, 78 and 4. тр


Of the Lamb that once was slain;
'T is the Lord of life and glory;

Shall he plead with you in vain ? mf Oh! receive him,

And salvation now obtain.
2 Yield no more to sin and folly,

So displeasing in his sight;

Children invited to Christ.

Jesus loves the pure and holy,

They alone are his delight;
Seek his favor,

And your hearts to him unite. тр 3 All your sins to him confessing

Who is ready to forgive,
Seek the Saviour's richest blessing,

On his precious name believe;
He is waiting, -
Will you not his grace receive ?

HYMN 280, 75. 280

CHILDREN I listen to the Lord,

And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind

Early seek, and you shall find.
2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;

Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side;-

Come—you will not be denied.
3 For his worship now prepare ;

Kneel to him in fervent prayer ;
Serve him with a perfect heart;
Never from his ways depart.




HYMN 281, C. M. 281

Contrition. aft 1

THOU! whose tender


Contrition's humble sigh ;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye ;--
2 See, low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

Hast thou not said "Return ?" 8 And shall my guilty fears prevail

To drive me from thy feet?

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Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,

This only safe retreat.
4 Oh! shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart

A taste of joys divine.

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HYMN 282, 78. 282

Repentance at the Cross of Christ.
(EARTS of stone! relent, relent,

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
See his body, mangled, rent,

Covered with a gore of blood !
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?

Crucified God's only Son!
2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed him there,
Crowned with thorns his sacred head,

Pierced him with a bloody spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice,

While for sinful man he dies.
3 Wilt thou let liim bleed in vain, -

Still to death thy Lord pursue,-
Open all his wounds again,

And the shameful cross renew?
No;— with all my sins I'll part,
Break, Oh! break, my bleeding heart !


HYMN 283, L. M., Lines.

Pleading in Jesus' Name. m 1

FATHER of mercies, God of love! р

Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;

Bend from thy lofty seat above, my Thy throne of glorious majesty;

Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,

And bid my drooping heart rejoice. тр 2 I urge no merit of my own,

No worth to claim thy gracious smile; No,—when I come before thy throne,

Dare to converse with God awhile, dol Thy name, blest Jesus ! is my plea,

Dearest and sweetest name to me.


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Then hear thine humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty ;
One pard’ning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.

HYMN 284, C. M. 284

Godly Sorrow at the Cross.
af 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head,

For such worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,

He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity !-grace unknown !-

And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,

For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,

While his dear cross appears ;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,

And melt mine eyes to tears.
6 But floods of tears can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord! I give myself away ;-

'T is all that I can do.


HYMN 285, L. M, 6 Lines. 285

Backslider's Return through Christ. mp

VEARY of wandering from my God,

And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;

To him, with penitence, I mourn:
I have an advocate above-

A friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I of sin, mp Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms and take me in;
Oh! freely my backslidings heal,
And love the dying sinner still.

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