YE

Was ever rebel courted so,

In groaps of an expiring God? 6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands,

Hands that were nail'd to torturing sinart; “By these dear wounds,” says he; and stands, And

prays to clasp mie to his heart. Ý Sure I must love; or are my ears

Still deaf, or will my passions move?
Lord! melt this stubborn heart to tears;
This heart shall yield to death or love.

C. M.
198. And yet there is room. Luke xiv. 22.
1 wretched, hungry, starving poor,

Behold a royal feast!
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,

For ev'ry humble guest.
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;

He calls, he bids you come!
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,

But see, lixere yet is room!
3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart;

There love and pity meet:
Nor will he hid the soul depart,

That trembles at his feet. ]
(4 In him the Father reconcil'd,

Invites your souls to come:
The rebel shall be call'd a child,

And kindly welcom'd home.]
5 O come, and with his children taste

The blessings of his love:
While hope attends the sweet repast

Of nobler joys above.
6 There, with united heart and voice

Before th' eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.

i Awlyet ten thousand thousand more

Are welcome still to come;
Ya longing souls, the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room!

C. M. 1 93. Youth invited to love Christ. Prov. viii. 17. I VE hearts with youthful vigour warm,

In smiling crowds, draw near;
And turn from ev'ry mortal charm,

A Saviour's voice to hear.
lle, Lord of all the worlds on high,

Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,

Your friendship to pursue.
3 “ The soul that longs to see my face,

Is sure my love to gain;
And those that early seek my grace,

Shall never seek in vain."
4 What object, Lord, my soul should move,

If once compar’d with thee?
What beauty should command my love,

Like what in Christ I see?
5 Away, ye false, delusive toys,

Vain tempters of the mind! 'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,

And here true bliss I find.

200.

C. M.
1 AMAZING sight, the Saviour stands

And knocks at every door!
Ten thousand blessings in his hands

To satisfy the poor.
2 “Behold,” he saith, “I bleed and die

To bring you to my rest:-
Hear sinners, while I'm passing by,
And be for ever blest.

3 “Will you despise my bleeding love,

And choose the way to hell? Or in the glorious realms above,

With me for ever dwell?
4 “Not to condemu your wretched race

Have I in judgment come;
But to display unbounded grace,

And bring lost sinners home.
5 “ Will you go down to endless night,

And bear eternal pain?
Or in the glorious realms of light

With me for ever reign? 6 6 Say~will you hear my gracious voice,

And have your sins forgiven?
Or will you make that wretched choice,

And bar yourselves from heaven?” 201.

C. M.
1 JESUS, thy blessings are not few,

Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,

And heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,

Does thy salvation flow;
i is not confin’d to sex or age,

The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,

The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence

To perish in despair.
Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,

He'll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart have room

For rebels such as you. 202.

C. M. 1 AND will

the Lord thus condescend To visit sinful worms?

Thus at the door shall mercy stand

In all her winning forms?
2 Surprising grace!--and shall my heart

Unmov'd and cold remain!
Has this hard rock no tender part?

Must mercy plead in vain?
3 Shall Jesus for admission sue-

His charming voice unheard?
And this vile heart, his rightful due,

Remain for ever barr'd?
$ Tis sin, alas, with tyrant pow'r,

The lodging has possest;
And crowds of traitors bar the door

Against the heav'nly guest.
5 Ye dang’rous inmates, hence depart:

Dear Saviour, enter in,
And guard the passage to my heart,
And keep out every sin.

L. M. 203.

Jer. xxxi. 18-20. RETURN, O wanderer, return;

And seek an injur'd Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn,

Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return,

And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern,

His hand shall heal thine inward smart. S Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live; Go to his bleeding feet, and learn

How freely Jesus can forgive. Return, O wanderer, return,

And wipe away the falling tear: 'Tis God who says, “ No longer mourn," 'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

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L. M. 204.

Behold, I stand at the door. Rev. iii. 20 BEHOLD a stranger at the door!

He gently knocks,-has knock'll before, Hath waited long-is waiting still:

You treat no other friend so ill. 2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands

With melting heart and loaded hands!
Oh, matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes!
But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need;
The friend of sinners—yes, 'tis He,

With garments dy'd on Calvary.
4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine;

Turn out his enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin,

And let the heavenly stranger in. 5 Admit him, ere his anger burn,

His feet departed ne'er return;
Admit him, or the hour's at hand,
You'll at his door rejected stand.
3. FROM THE EXAMPLES OF SINNERS RECEIVED.

C. M. 205.The repenting Prodigal. Luke xv. 13, &o. 1 BE EHOLD the wretch whose lust and winc

Had wasted his estate,
He begs a share among the swine,

To taste the husks they eat!
2“I die with hunger here, (he cries,)

I starve in foreign lands,
My father's house has large supplies,

And bounteous are his hands.
8 “I'll go, and with a mournful tongue,

fall down before his face,