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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
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;
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3 The godly fear, the pleasing smart,
And seek thy Father's face;
Were kindled by his grace.
He hears thy humble sigh :
When no one else is nigh.
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
How freely he'll forgive.
And wipe the falling tear :
Tis love invites thee near.
Regain thy long-sought rest :
To clasp thee to his breast.
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Why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
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Dare not think him insincere :
2 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn:
Believe, and be at peace.
And darkness fill the mind ?
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;
Believe, and thou art free.