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Soe froin all his bursting veins,

Blood of wond'rous virtue flow, Shed to wash away the stains,

And ransom thee from wo. 4 Though his majesty be great,

His mercy is no less;
Though he thy transgressions hate,

He feels for thy distress :
By himself the Lord has sworn,

He delights not in thy death,
But invites thee to return,

That thou may'st live by faith. 5 Raise thy down-cast eyes and see

What throngs his throne surround, These, though sinners once like thee,

Have full salvation found;
Yield not then to unbelief!

While he says, " There yet is room,"
Though of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thce home.

HYMN 14. P. M. 1H ARKingark, what sounds are those so pleas

Sinners wipe the falling tear; 'Tis love divine and never ceasing,

Flows from Jesus to the ear.
2 Come unto me all ye that labour;

Sinners, heavy laden, come;
None are more welcome to the Saviour

Than the wretched and undone.
3 Let not the weight of sin distress you;

Cease to heave the plaintive sigh; A hearty welcome now awaits you;

“Come and you shall never die." 4 Come, ye sinners, come and wonder

How such mercy you withstood,
Parch'd with thirst, and starv'd with hunger,

Satiate your souls with good. 5 If by sin and sore temptation,

Teavy laden and opprest,

Behold ihe gracious invitation,
Come, and I will give you rest."

PART SECOND.
6 No longer let the tempter keep suu

Fast in chains of unbelief; Though late in life, the word assures you,

Christ could save the dying thief. 7 Mary Magd'len too can witness,

To the mercy she receiv'd;
Then doubt no longer of your fitness,

Saul, of sinners chicf, believ'd. 8 Hol all ye sinners, heavy laden,

Fly to Christ, the Saviour's breast; Receive the pressing invitation, Come, and I will give you rest."

HYMN 15. L. M. 1 Y

OUNG people all, attention give,

While I address you in God's name; You who in sin and folly live,

Come lear the counsel of a friend : I bought for bliss in glitt'ring toys,

And rang'd the 'luring scenes of vice, But never found substantial joys,

Until I heard my Saviour's voice. 2 He spake my sins at once forgiv'n,

And wash d my load of guilt away, He gave me pardon, peace, and heaven,

And thus I found the good old way: And now with trembling sense I view,

Huge billows roll beneath your feet, For death eternal waits for you,

Who slight the force of gospel truth. 3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gono,

By fleeting time, or conq'ring death; Yon morning sun may set at noon,

And leave you ever in the dark : Your sparkling eyes and blooming checks

Must wither, like the blasted rose, The coffin, earth, and winding sheet, Will soon your active limbs enelose.

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Soe froin all his bursting veins,

Blood of wond'rous virtue flow,
Shed to wash away the stains,

And ransom thee from wo. 4 Though his majesty be great,

His mercy is no less ;
Though he thy transgressions hate,

He feels for thy distress:
By himself the Lord has sworn,

He delights not in thy death,
But invites thee to return,

That thou may'st live by faith. 5 Raise thy down-cast eyes and see

What throngs his throne surround, These, though sinners once like thee,

Have full salvation found;
Yield not then to unbelief!

While he says, “ There yet is room,"
Though of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thce home.

HYMN 14. P. M. 1 HARKingark, what sounds are those so pleas

Sinners wipe the falling tear; "Tis love divine and never ceasing,

Flows from Jesus to the ear.
2 Come unto me all ye that labour;

Sinners, heavy laden, come ;
None are more welcome to the Saviour

Than the wretched and undone.
3 Let not the weight of sin distress you;

Cease to heave the plaintive sigh; A hearty welcome now awaits you;

“Come and you shall never die." 4 Come, ye sinners, come and wonder

How such mercy you withstood,
Parch'd with thirst, and starv'd with hunger,

Satiate your souls with good. 5 If by sin and sore temptation,

Ileavy laden and opprest,

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Behold the gracious invitation,
Come, and I will give you rest."

PART SECOND.
6 No longer let the tempter keep you

Fast in chains of unbelief; Though late in life, the word assures you,

Christ could save the dying thief. 7 Mary Magd'len too can witness,

To the mercy she receiv'd ;
Then doubt no longer of your fitness,

Saul, of sinners chief, believ'd. 8 Hol all ye sinners, heavy laden,

Fly to Christ, the Saviour's breast; Receive the pressing invitation, Comc, and I will give you rest."

HYMN 15. L. M. 1 Y ,

While I address you in God's name; You who in sin and folly live,

Come hear the counsel of a friend : I sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys,

And rang'd the 'luring scenes of vice, But never found substantial joys,

Until I heard iny Saviour's voice. 2 He spake my sins at once forgivin,

And wash'd my load of guilt away, He gave me pardon, peace, and heaven,

And thus i found the good old way: And now with trembling sense I view,

Huge billows roll beneath your feet, For death eternal waits for you,

Who slight the force of gospel truth. 3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,

By fleeting time, or conqʼring death; Yon morning sun may set at noon, . And leave you ever in the dark : Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks

Must wither, like the blasted rose, The coffin, earth, and winding sheet, Will soon your active limbs enelose.

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4 Ye heedless ones that widely stroll,

The grave must soon become your bed ;
Where silence reigns, and vapours roll,

In solemn silence round your head :
Your friends may pass that lonesome place,

And with a sigh move slowly on,
Still gazing on the spires of grass,

With which your graves are overgrown. 5 But 0, the soul! where rengeance reigns,

It sinks with groans and ceaseless cries, It rolls amidst the burning flames

In endless wo and agonies : 'There swallow'd up in darkest night,

Where devils howl, and thunders roar, To rage in keen despair and guilt,

When thousand, thousand years are o'er. 6 01 fellow youth, this is the state

Of all who do free grace refuse,
And soon with you 'twill be too late,

The way of life in Christ to choose :
Come, lay your carnal weapons by,

No longer fight against your God; But with my mission now comply,

And heaven shall be your great reward.

HYMN 16. P. M.

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See your sins like mountains rise,
O astonishing the number,
Higher mounting than the skies :

Cry for mercy,
Dread the death that never dies.
2 On the crumbling banks of ruin,

How can you securely dwell ? Sinners, vengeance is pursuing, And will sweep you down to hel? :

Then to heaven,
Finally you'll bid farewell.
3 Doom'd where sorrows behind sorrows,

Follow on without control,
Floods of vengeance big with horror,

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