2 Ye nothing in exchange can give,
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
3 Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.

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HYMN 65. L. M.

Compel them.-Luke xiv. 23.

OME, all ye souls, by sin oppress'd,

Ye poor and maim'd and halt and blind,
In Christ a hearty welcome find.

2 See him set forth before your eyes;
Behold the bleeding sacrifice!
His offer'd love with joy embrace,
Bow to the sceptre of his grace.
3 This message from your God receive,
Nor longer dare his Spirit grieve-
Yield to his love's constraining pow'r,
And fight against your God no more.

HYMN 66. 89.

MAXWELL.

Excellencies of Christ.

'HOW I my beauties declare?

OW shall I my Saviour set forth?

Oh, how shall I speak of his worth,
Or what his chief dignities are?
His angels can never express,

Nor saints who sit nearest his throne,
How rich are his treasures of grace;-
No! this is a myst'ry unknown.

2 In him all the fulness of God

For ever transcendently shines;
Tho' once like a mortal he stood,
To finish his gracious designs:
Tho' once he was nail'd to the cross,
Vile rebels like me to set free;
His glory sustained no loss,

Eternal his kingdom shall be. 3 0 sinner, believe and adore

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The Saviour so rich to redeem ; No creature can ever explore

The treasures of goodness in him: Come, all ye, who see yourselves lost, And feel yourselves burden'd with sin, Draw near while with terror you're toss'd, Believe-and your peace shall begin. HYMN 67. L. M.

WATTS.

The wonderful love of Christ. YOME, let me love, or is my mind Harden'd to stone, or froze to ice?

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I see the blessed fair one bend,

And stoop t' embrace me from the skies!

2 Oh! 'tis a thought would melt a rock, And make a heart of iron move,

That those sweet lips, that heav'nly look Should seek and wish a mortal love! 3 I was a traitor doom'd to fire, Bound to sustain eternal pains; He flew on wings of strong desire, Assum'd my guilt and took my chains. 4 Infinite grace! almighty charms! Stand in amaze, ye rolling skies! Jesus, the God, extends his arms, Hangs on a cross of love, and dies. 5 Did pity ever stoop so low, Dress'd in divinity and blood? Was ever rebel courted so, In groans of an expiring God?

6 Again he lives, and spreads his hands, Hands that were nail'd to torturing smart; "By these dear wounds," says he; and stands,

And prays to clasp me to his heart.

7 Sure I must love; or are my ears
Still deaf, nor will my passions mcve?
Lord! melt this stubborn heart to tears;
This heart shall yield to death or love.

HYMN 68.

L. M.

Jer. xxxi. 18-20.

COLLYER.

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. 3 Return, O wanderer, return,

Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,

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

HYMN 69.

C. M.

FAWCETT.

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Let the wicked forsake, &c.

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Isa. Iv. 7.

INNERS, the voice of God regard;
His mercy speaks to-day;

He calls you by his sov'reign word,
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live devoid of peace:

A thousand stings within your breast,
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?

hy will you in the crooked ways
Of sin and folly go?

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In pain you travel all your days,
To reap immortal wo!

HYMN 70. C. M.

PART II.

NOW, he who turns to God shall live,

Thro' his abounding grace:

His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those who seek his face.

2 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing ev'ry sin;
Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

3 His love exceeds your highest thoughts; He pardons like a God;

He will forgive your num'rous faults,
Thro' a Redeemer's blood.

HYMN 71. 8, 7, 4.

ALLEN.

1 INNERS, will you scorn the message,

SINNERS, will scorn

Every sentence--Oh, how tender;

Every line is full of love;

Listen to it

Every line is full of love.

2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel,
News from Zion's king proclaim,
To each rebel sinner-" Pardon,
"Free forgiveness in his name."
How important!

Free forgiveness in his name!