Sing and tell the pleasing story,

In the highest strains of love;

And for ever,

7s.

Live and reign with him above.
584.

“In his love be redeemed them," &c.—Isa. lxiii. 9.
Jesus lived, and loved, and died,
Rose, and lives to intercede;
And with Zion on his breast,

He hath said he'll ever rest.
2 Long before this world was made,

Or that monster Sin appear'd,
God was love, and loved the men

He designed to redeem. 3 Love constrain'd the Lamb to die,

For poor, wretched, guilty I;
Love, immensely great and free,

Christ has shown to worthless me. 4 Once I rolld in guilt and sin,

Heeded not a heart unclean;
But I now with wonder tell,
Jesus saved my soul from hell.
585

No Help for Sinners but in Christ.-Eph. 1, 6, 7.
WHERE must a sinner fly,
That feels himself undone?
On what kind hand rely,

Eternal wrath to shun?
Can wit or reason help him out,
And bring a lasting peace about?

148th.

2 Reason no help can give,

But leaves him in distress;
Nor can he be reprieved

By works of righteousness:
The law as loud as thunder cries,

The soul that sins against me, dies.” 3 [Should creatures all agree,

To give him settled rest;
They cannot set him free,

Nor cheer his troubled breast:
No human arm his case can reach,

Nor men, nor angels, heal the breach.] 4 Salvation is of God;

Jehovah is his name;
The Saviour shed his blood;

The Lord of Life was slain;
And by his own atoning blood,

He made a precious way to God. 5 Here sinners may draw near,

With all their sin and guilt;
Nor death nor danger fear,

Since Jesus' blood was spilt,
A door of hope is open’d wide,
In Jesus' bleeding hands and side.

586.

148th.
Sinners weleome to Christo-Mark xvi. 13.
YE servants of the Lord,
Ye messengers of grace,
Go forth, with one accord,
Proclaim a full release;

Sing and tell the pleasing story,

In the highest strains of love;

And for ever,

7s.

Live and reign with him above.
584.

“In his love he redeemed them," &c.—Isa. Ixiii. 9.
Jesus lived, and loved, and died,
Rose, and lives to intercede;
And with Zion on his breast,

He hath said he'll ever rest.
2 Long before this world was made,

Or that monster Sin appear’d,
God was love, and loved the men

He designed to redeem. 3 Love constrain’d the Lamb to die,

For poor, wretched, guilty I;
Love, immensely great and free,

Christ has shown to worthless me. 4 Once T roll'd in guilt and sin,

Heeded not a heart unclean;
But I now with wonder tell,
Jesus saved my soul from hell.
585

No Help for Sinners but in Christ.–Eph. i. 6, 7,
WHERE must a sinner fly,
That feels himself undone?
On what kind hand rely,

Eternal wrath to shun?
Can wit or reason help him out,
And bring a lasting peace about?

148th.

2 Reason no help can give,

But leaves him in distress;
Nor can he be reprieved

By works of righteousness:
The law as loud as thunder cries,

“ The soul that sins against me, dies." 3 [Should creatures all agree,

To give him settled rest;
They cannot set him free,

Nor cheer his troubled breast:
No human arm his case can reach,

Nor men, nor angels, heal the breach.) 4 Salvation is of God;

Jehovah is his name;
The Saviour shed his blood;

The Lord of Life was slain;
And by his own atoning blood,

He made a precious way to God. 5 Here sinners may draw near,

With all their sin and guilt;
Nor death nor danger fear,

Since Jesus' blood was spilt,
A door of hope is open'd wide,
In Jesus' bleeding hands and side.

586.

Jesus hath made an end of sin,

And righteousness divine brought in. 2 With tidings great and grand;

Tidings immensely good;
Proclaim, through all the land,

Redemption through his blood:
Jesus hath made, &c.
3 Ye sinners in distress,

The tidings are for you:
Salvation is of grace,

And full salvation too:
Jesus, &c.
587.

SM.
Gospel Invitation. - Rev. xxlj. 17.
COME, whosoever will,

Nor vainly strive to mend;
Sinners are freely welcome still

To Christ, the sinner's Friend. 2 The gospel-table's spread

And richly furnish'd too,
With wine and milk, and living bread,

And dainties not a few.
3 [The guilty, vile, and base,

The wretched and forlorn,
Are welcome to the feast of grace,

Though goodness they have none.] 4 No goodness he expects;

He came to save the poor;
Poor helpless souls he ne'er neglects,
Nor sends them from his door.