2 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 messengers proclaim; He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is his name: Backsliding souls, return and come, Cast off despair, there yet is room! 4 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring sheep, draw near,
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will now come,
In mercy's breast there still is room.
203. C. M. Steele.
An Invitation to the Gospel Feast.
E naked, wretched, hungry, poor,
Behold a royal feast!
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.
8 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 joy above.
& There, with united heart and voice,
Before tb' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstacies unknown.
6 And yet ten thousand thousand more,
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore:
Approach, there yet is room!
204. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.
Room at the Gospel Feast.Luke xiv. 22. 1 THE King of Heav'n his table spreads, And dainties crown the board;
Not paradise, with all its joys,
Could such delight afford.
2 Pardon and peace to dying men,
And endless life, are giv'n,
Through the rich blood that Jesus shed,
To raise the soul to heav'n.
3 Ye hungry poor, that long have stray'd
In sin's dark mazes, come;
Come from the hedges and highways,
And grace shall find you room!
4 Millions of souls, in glory now,
Were fed and feasted here;
And millions inore, still on the way,
Around the board appear.
5 Yet are his house and heart so large,
That millions more may come,
Nor could the whole assembl'd world
O'er fill the spacious room.
6 All things are ready, come away,
Nor weak excuses franie:
Crowd to your places at the feast,
And bless the founder's name!
Divine Mercy exhibited in the Gospel.
HY faithfulness, Lord, each moment we
So true to thy word, so loving and kind; Thy mercy so tender to all the lost race, The foulest offender may turn and find grace. e The mercy I feel, to others I show:
I set to my seal, that Jesus is true:
Ye all may find favour, who come at his call, O come to my Saviour, his grace is for all!
3 To save what was lost, from heav'n he came: Come, sinners, and trust in Jesus's name! He offers you pardon, he bids you be free! "If sin is your burden, O come unto me!" 206. Sevens.
Entreaty and Expostulation.
Why will ye die? Ezek. xxxiii. 11.
THAT could your Redeemer do
More than he hath done for you?
To procure you peace with God
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his waste of love,
All bis drawings from above,
Why will ye your Lord dený?
Why will you resolve to die?
Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn:
By his life, your God hath sworn,
He would have you turn and live,
He would all the world receive.
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, obtest, and cry,
'Why will you resolve to die?'
Sinners turn, while God is near:
Dare not think him insincere,
Now, ev'n 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?
Can ye doubt if God is love?
If to all his bowels move?
Will ye not his word receive?
Will ye not his oath believe?
See your suff'ring Lord appears!
Jesus weeps:-believe his tears;
Mingled with his blood, they cry,
Why will you resolve to die?
The Blessedness of Gospel-Times; or, the Re velation of Christ to Jews and Gentiles.
Isa. lii. 7-10. Matt. xiii. 16, 17.
HWho stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
Zion, behold thy Saviour-King,
He reigns and triumphs here.'
How happy are our ears
TOW beauteous are their feet
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes
That see this heav'nly light;
Prophets and kings desir'd it long,
But dy'd without the sight!
The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ; **
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
The Lord makes bare his arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let ev'ry nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God!
208. C. M. Dr. Watts.
The Happiness of those who obey the Gospel. Psalm lxxxix. 15, 16.
BEST are the souls that hear and know
The gospel's joyful sound!
Peace shall attend the paths they go,
And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name:
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.
3 The Lord our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives:
Israel thy king for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
209. S. M. Dr. Watts.
Moses and Christ; or the Regard due to the
Gospel. Jolin i. 17. Heb. iii. 3, 5, 6. x, 28, 29.
THE law by Moses came,
Ent grace, and truth, and love,
Were brought by Christ (a nobler name)
Descending from above.
2 Amidst the house of God
Their diff'rent works were done;
Moses a faithful servant stood,
But Christ a faithful Son.
3 Then to his new commands
Be strict obedience paid!
O'er all his Father's house he stands,
The sov'reign and the head.
4 The man that durst despise
The law that Moses brought,
Behold! how terribly he dies
For his presumptuous fault.
5 But sorer vengeance fails
On that rebellious race,
Who hate to hear when Jesus calls,
And dare resist his grace.
210. Dr. Rippon's Collection, altered. Longing for the universal spread of the
'ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
See the bright, the morning star,
Publishing to ail the nations
Light and glory from afar.
Blessed herald!
Usher in eternal day!
Kingdoms wide in bondage lying,
Gall'd with massy iron chains!
See, O Lord! the wretches dying,
And no friend to soothe their pains!
Blow the trumpet!
And the jubilee proclaim!
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