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2 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace;
Behold your Saviour's face:
The year of jubilee, &c.
A sacrifice was made:
Ye mourning souls be glad;
Your liberty receive:
And on his fulness live;
The year of jubilee, &c. 5 Extol the Lamb of God,
The great atoning amb:
Throlighout the World proclaim:
The year of jubilee, &c. 198. P. M. Mr. Rowland Hill's Collection.
Good Tidings. 1 O Lesys, our Lord,
Thy name be ador’d, For all the rich blessings convev'd thro' thy word.
The Ancient of Days
His glory displays, And shines on his servants with cherishing rays! 2 The trumpet of God
Is sounding abroad The language of mercy, salvation through blood.
Thrice happy are they
Who hear and obey,
Through favour divine;
The work is of grace,
Thine, thine be the praise, And nine to adore thee, and tell of thy ways.
199. L. M. Dr. Doddridge. The Gospel Jubilee. Psalm lxxxix. 15. 'L And spread the joyful tidings round Let every soul with transport hear,
And hail the Lord's accepted year.
That you ten thousand talents owe,
Your gracious Lord forgives them all. 3 Slaves that have borne the heavy chain
Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign,
And urge the great Redeemer's name. 4 The rich inheritance of heav'n,
Through Jesus Christ, is freely giv'n:
With golden streets and pearly gates.
And joy still rises with the debt.
Celestial light their steps snrround!
200. P. M. Mr. Wesley, Salvation for the Chief of Sinners through
Faith. 1 Tim. i, 15. Acts xvi. 31. 1 How cheering is the gospel sound !
Salvation free in Jesu's name!
Look, sinners, to the slaughter'd Lamb! Look to his all-atoning death!
Look and be sav'd from endless wrath : & Come, O my guilty brethren, come,
Groaning beneath your load of sin; 1
His bleeding heart shall make you room;
His open'u arms shall take you in. He calls you now, invites you hoine;
Come, O my guilty brethren, come! 3 For you the purple current flow'd,
From his dear wounds and bleeding side; Languish'd for you the Son of God,
For you the Prince of Glory dy'd. ( Believe; and all your sin's forgiv'n, Believe; and you are heirs of heav'n.
201. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. God beseeching Sinners to be reconciled to
Him. 2 Cor. v. 20. 1 HARK how the gospel-trumpet sounds!
1 Tis a delightful voice: Pris'ners of death, no longer groan:
"Ye broken hearts, rejoice. Pamion to sinners is proclaim'd,
By their affrouted God; 'Tis God beseeches to accept,
Peace made by Jesu's blood.
To this stupendous grace?
Beseech a ruin'd race? 4 When vengeance might have crush'd (o death,
The poor rebellious worms, The God of Love proposes peace
In most alluring forins.
Or spurn such wondrous grace?
202. P. M. Room at the Gospel Feast. Luke xiv, 22.
E dying sons of men,
While Jesus sends to you:
? No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame; He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame; All things are ready, sinners come,
For every trembling soul there's room. 3 Believe the heav'nly word
His messengen proclaim; He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is his name: Backsliding souls, return and come,
Cast of despair, there yet is room! 4 Compelld by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring sheep, draw near,
His charming accents hear!
203. C. M. Steele.
Lake xiv. 22. *YE Bakedd wretched abungry, poor, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store
For every humble guest. . 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. 8 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart:
There love and pity meet; Nor will be bid the soul depart
That trembles at his feet.
The blessings of his love;
Of nobler joy above.
Before tb' eternal throne,
6 And yet ten thonsand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come :
204. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. Room at the Gospel Feast. VLuke xiv. 22. *TIIe King of Heav'n his table spreads, Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
And endless life, are giv'n,
To raise the soul to heav'n.
In sin's dark mazes, come;.
And grace shall find you room! 4 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
Aronud the board appear. 5 Yrt are his house and beart so large,
That millions more may come,
O'er fill the spacious room.
Nor weak excuses frane:
205. P. M.
find, So true to thy word, so loving and kind; Thy mercy so teneler to all the lost race, The foulest oftender may turn and find grace. e The mercy I feel, to others I show:
I set to my seal, that Jesus is true:
who come at his call, O come to my Saviour, his grace is for all i