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Is founding abroad TheLanguage of Mercy-Salvationthro'Blood
4 Thrice happy are they
Who hear and obey, And share in the Biessings of thisGospel-Day.
5 The People who know
The Saviour below, With burning Affection to worship him glow.
6. The People are bleft
Who lean on his Breast, And have a rich Foretaste of his promis'd Rest.
7 This Bleffing is mine
Through Favour divine: But, O my Redeemer, the Glory be thine!
8 The Work is of Grace;
Thine, thine be the Praise! And mine to adore thee and tell of thy Ways.
Η Υ Μ Ν Χ. 1 COME, ye Sinners, poor and wretched,
God's free Bounty glorify!
Ev'ry Grace that brings us nigh,
Come to Jesus Chrift, and buy.
Nor of Fitness fondly dream; All the Fitness he requireth.
Is, to feel our Want of him:
'Tis the Spirit's rising Beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Loft and ruin'd by the Fall;
You will never come at all.
Sinners Jesus came to call,
Lo! your Maker proftrate lies;
Hear him cry, before he dies,
Sinner, will not this suffice ?
Pleads the Merit of his Blood:
Let no other Trust intrude :
Can do helpless Sinners good.
Sing the Praises of the Lamb; While the blissful Seats of Heaven
Sweetly echo with his Name.
H Y M N XI.
Oh! call his Blessings down!
He makes thy Case his own.
By his attracting Pow'r;' Break out all ye in Songs aloud, Who feel Redemption through his Blood,
And our High-Priest adore. 3 O Jesus, Lord, we humbly pray, Be gracious to thy Church to-day,
Thy saving Health impart! The Dew of Heav'n on us distil, With L.ove each empty Vessel fill, And cheer the drooping Heart!
H Y M N XII. · WELCOME, welcome, blessed Servant,
Messenger of Jesu's Grace!
Him that brings good News of Peace.
Give us Hearts to hear the Sound
By thy Death and precious Wounds.
3 Give Reward of Grace and Glory
To thy faithful Labourer dear;
Offer'd up in Faith and Pray'r.
HY M N XIII ! BLOW ye the Trumpet, blow
The gladly-folemn Sound;
To Earth's remoteft Bound,
Return, ye ransom'd Sinners, home! 2 Extol the Lamb of God,
The great-atoning Lamb! Redemption in his Blood,
Throughout the World proclaim : The Year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye rantom'd Sinners, home! 3 Ye who have fold for Nought
Your Heritage above; Shall have it back unbought
The Gift of Jesu's Love: The Year of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd Sinners, home! A Ye Slaves of Sin and Hell,
Your Liberty receive And safe in Jefus dwell And blest in Jesus live";*
The Year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye raniom'd Singers, home! 5 The Gofpel-Trumpet hear,
The News of hcav'nly Grace,
Behold your Saviour's Face:
H Y M N XIV. · LET every mortal Ear attend,
and every Heart rejoice;
with an inviting Voice.
that feed upon the Wind,
to fill an empty Mind:
a Soul-reviving Feast,
the rich Provifion taste.
and pine away and die ; Here you may quenclı your raging Thirst,
with Streams that never dry:
in a rich Ocean join;