2

Jesus hath made an end of sin,
And righteousness divine brought in.

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.

Gospel Invitation-Rev. xxii. 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,

S M.

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.

5

His tender, loving heart

The vilest will embrace; And freely to them will impart The riches of his grace.

588.

The Beggar.-Ps. xii. 5; xxxiv. 6.

A LIMPING beggar, clothed in rags;
Disgraceful and forlorn;

In self a mass of hateful dregs,
In Satan's image born;

2 To Jesus comes, with all his woes,
And loud for mercy cries;
And mercy, like a river, flows
From Jesus' heart and eyes.

3 He takes the rebel to his breast,
And, with a touch divine,
Heals him of all his wretchedness,
And makes his face to shine.

C. M.

4 Himself he binds by oath and blood, To take the wretch to bliss;

Then gives his soul a glimpse of God,
And kills him with a kiss.

5 Salvation unto God belongs!
Amen! we'll bless his name;
And when we have immortal tongues,
We'll still repeat the same.
589.

8.8.6.

The Beggar's Needs all in Christ.-1 Sam. ii. 8.
A BEGGAR, vile and base, I come,
Without a friend, without a home,
And knock at mercy's door:

A friendless, helpless wretch indeed,
Nor have I one good work to plead,
Yet crave a living store.

2 My wants are great, and many too:
O Lamb of God, some pity show
Or I must surely die:

No other hand can help but thee;
I've tried the rest, and plainly see
They cannot me supply.

3 But though my wants are very great,
In Jesus they most richly meet;
With him I've all the rest:
And wilt thou give thyself to me?
From sin and Satan set me free?-
Then I'm completely blest.

4 Source of delight! Fountain of bliss!
In thee I all things do possess;
My treasure is divine:
With holy wonder I adore

2

The God who thus doth bless the poor,
And make their faces shine.

590.

The Prodigal.-Luke xv. 11-24.

Now for a song of praise,

To our Redeemer God;

Whose glorious works and ways
Proclaim his love abroad:

Ye prodigals, lift up your voice,
And let us all in him rejoice.
A sinner, saved by grace,
And God calls him his son,

148th.

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4

5

6

7

From Jesus turn'd his face,
And from his Father run:

Spent all he had with harlots base,
And brought himself into disgrace.

And now in his distress,

A servant he becomes;

Some legalizing priest,

Has hired him, it seems:

Then sends him forth to feed his swine, And husks he now must eat or pine.

So off the rebel sets,

And to the herd he goes;
Then tries to eat his husks,

But now he feels his woes:

With hunger pinch'd, he cried and said, "My Father's house abounds with bread;

"Alas! what can I do?

I starving am for want;

I'll to my Father go,

And tell him my complaint;

I'll tell him, too, how base I am,
Not worthy to be call'd his son."

He said, and off he goes
Towards his Father's house,
With neither shoes nor hose,
Nor any other dress,

Except his base and filthy rags—
Of sin and guilt the very dregs.

But O, good news of grace!
The Father saw him come,

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9

And, with a smiling face,

He ran to fetch him home:
He ran, and fell upon his neck,
And kiss'd him, for his mercy's sake.

"Father," the rebel cries,
"I've sinn'd against thy love;"
The Father then replies,
"Bring hither the best robe;
Yes, bring it forth, and put it on,
For this my son's alive again.
"Put shoes upon his feet,
And on his hand a ring;
Bring forth the fatted calf,
And let us eat and sing;"

And now the Father's house abounds
With joy, and sweet harmonious sounds.

591.

11. 8.

The Man is blessed who believes in Christ.-John xiv. 1-3.

How blest is the man who in Jesus believes,
And on him can cast all his cares;
A righteousness full and complete he receives,
That hides all his guilt, sin, and fears.

2

[No creature on earth is more happy than he, Nor Gabriel himself is more blest;

He lives on the bounty of grace, rich and freeA glorious immortal repast.]

3

Whate'er be his lot, while on earth he resides, His glory can never depart;