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L. M. All things are now ready. VINNERS, obey the gospel word; Haste to the supper of

my Lord; Be wise to know your gracious day; All things are ready,—come away. 2 Ready the Father is to own, And kiss his late-returning son ; Ready your loving Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, Just now the stony to remove; To' apply and witness with the blood, And wash and seal the sons of God. 4 Ready for you the angels wait, To triumph in your blest estate; Tuning their barps, they long to praise The wonders of redeeming grace. 5 The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Are ready, with their shining host : All heaven is ready to resound,The dead's alive! the lost is found !



6th P. M. 6 lines 7s. Come, and welcome. ROM the cross uplifted high,

Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear Bursting on the ravish'd ear: Love's redeeming work is doneCome and welcome, sinner, come! 2 Sprinkled now with blood the throneWhy beneath thy burdens groan ? On his piercéd body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid ; Bow the knee,-embrace the Son Come and welcome, sinner, come!

3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest bounty stored;
To thy Father's bosom press'd,
Thou shalt be a child confess’d,
Never from his house to roam ;
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

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L. M. All-sufficiency of Ilis grace. !

every one that thirsts, draw nigh:

"Tis God invites the fallen race; Mercy and free salvation buy,

Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 2 Come to the living waters, come!

Sinners, obey your Maker's call; Return, ye weary wand'rers, home,

And find his grace is free for all. 3 See from the Rock a fountain rise ;

For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price,

Ye lab'ring, burden'd, sin-sick souls. 4 Nothing ye in exchange shall give;

Leave all you have, and are, behind; Frankly the gift of God receive;

Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 353

The joys of penitence.
NOME, O ye sinners, to the Lord

His proffer'd benefits embrace,
The plenitude of gospel grace
2 A pardon written with his blood;
The favour and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence:


3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
The meltings of a broken heart;
The tears that tell your sins forgiven;
The sighs that waft your souls to heaven :
4 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The' unutterable tenderness;
The genuine, meek humility;
The wonder, why such love to me:-
5 The' o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love.


C. M.
The wanderer recalled,
ETURN, O wanderer, return,

And seek thy Father's face;
Those new desires which in thee burn

Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, 0 wanderer, return;

He hears thy humble sigh :
He sees thy soften'd spirit mourn,

When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer, return;

Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Come to his cross, and, grateful, learn

How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, 0 wanderer, return,

And wipe the falling tear :
Thy Father calls -no longer mourn;

Tis love invites thee near.
5 Return, wanderer, return;

Regain thy long-sought rest :
The Saviour's melting mercies yearn

To clasp thee to his breast.



7th P. M. 8 lines 79

Why will ye die?
INNERS, turn; why will ye die?

God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,-
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die ?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain ?
Crucify your Lord again ?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive ?
Will he still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die? ?

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Tender expostulation.
VINNERS, turn, while God is near ;

Dare not think him insincere :
Now, e'en 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 ye resolve to die?

2 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, beseech, and cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?
3 What could your Redeemer do,
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood ?
After all his flow of love, —
All his drawings from above,-
Why will ye your Lord deny ?
Why will ye resolve to die??

C. M.



Believe, and be at peace.
WHY should gloomy thoughts arise,

And darkness fill the mind ?
Why should that bosom heave with sighs,

And yet no refuge find ? 2 Hast thou not heard of Gilead's balm,-

The great Physician there, Who can thine every fear disarm,

And save thee from despair ? 3 Still art thou overwhelm'd with grief,

And fill'd with sore dismay ? Still looking downward for relief,

Without one cheering ray ? 4 Lift up thy streaming eyes to heaven;

The great atonement see;
And all thy sins shall be forgiven :-

Believe, and thou art free.

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