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Eternal wisdom hath prepard
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
Rivers of love and mercy here.
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like loods of milk and wine.
The happy gates of gospel-grace
Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
o drive our wants away!
“ Look unto me, and be ye
saved." I FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravish'd ear!
“Love's redeeming work is done;
“Fought the fight, the victory won. 2 “Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
“Why beneath thy burdens groan ?
“On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid :
“ Pardon now and peace are given ;
“ Wide unfolds the gate of heaven.
3 “Spread for thee the festal board,
“ See with richest dainties stor'd !
“ To thy Father's bosom press’d,
“Yet again a child confessid ;
6 Never from his house to rove,
“ Folded in the arms of love.
“ Soon the days of life shall end;
"Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend,
“ Safe your spirit to convey
“ To the realms of endless day:
“ Up to my eternal home,
“Come and welcome, sinner, come.”?
HYMN 142. “ Him that cometh to me, I will in no wise
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Now is the accepted hour;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Let not conscience make you linger;
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
3 Lo! the incarnate God ascended
Pleads the virtue of his blood;
Rest entirely on his merits,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name:
Sinners here may sing the same.
“ Ho! every one that thirsteth, come ye to the
HO! every one that thirsts, draw nigh;
"Tis God invites the fallen race;
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace.
Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find my grace is free for all.
See from the rock a fountain rise!
For you in healing streams it rolls;
Money you need not bring nor price,
Ye labouring, heavy-laden souls.
Nothing ye in exchange shall give ;
Leave all ye have, and are, behind;
Freely the gift of God receive;
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
" Come unto me, all ye
that are weary.”
COME, weary souls, with sin distrest,
Come, and accept the promis'd rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load,
O come, and spread your woes abroad;
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt, and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace;
How rich the gift! how free the grace !
Lord, we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
Dear Saviour, let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.
Joy in heaven over penitent sinners.
WHO can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise,
To see a prodigal return,
To see an heir of glory born ?
With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.
The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he form’d anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.
Waiting at Wisdom's gates. 1 ENSNAR’D too long our hearts have been
In Folly's hurtful ways;
O may we now at length begin
To hear what Wisdom says ! 2 'Tis Jesus, from the mercy-seat,
Invites us to his rest;
He calls poor sinners to his feet,
To make them truly blest.
3 Approach we then to Wisdom's gates,
While it is call’d to-day;
No one who watches there, and waits,
Shall e'er be turn'd away.
4 He will not let us seek in vain,
For all who trust his word
Shall everlasting life obtain,
And favour from the Lord.
HYMN 147. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it
with thy might."
1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord,
The time to insure the great reward;
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God has given
from hell and fly to heaven; The day of grace, and mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
3 Then what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith. nor hope beneath the ground.