To-morrow it may be too late-
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.

DOBELL.

HYMN 303. 8, 7, & 4. Tamworth, [bor *]

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Sinners invited to Christ. Mat. xi, 28-30.

COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched;

This is your accepted hour;

Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;"
He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more!
o 2 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous-
Sinners Jesus came to call.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;"
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel the need of Him;
This he gives you;

'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. e 4 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo, your Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"

Sinners, will not this suffice?
5 Lo, th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

s 6 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name.
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

HART.

HYMN 304. 8, 7 & 4. Calvary. [*] •1HE with sweetest voice she calls; EAR, O sinner! mercy hails you,

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Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls:
Trust in Jesus,

"Tis the voice of mercy calls.

o 2 Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour,-
Seek his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over;
Soon your life will pass away!
Haste to Jesus,

You must perish, if you stay.

HYMN 305. 12s.

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New Jerusalem. [*]

Free Grace.

THE voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain :"

For Adam's lost race, Christ hath opened a fountain: For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows so freely in streams of salvation.

CHORUS.

s Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has bought us a pardon, We'll praise him again, when we pass over Jordan." 2 Ye souls that are wounded, to the Saviour repair, Now he calls you in mercy-and can you forbear? Though your sins are increased as high as a mountain,

His blood can remove them-it flows from the foun

tain.

3 Now Jesus, our King, reigns triumphantly glorious;

O'er sin, death, and hell, he is more than victorious:
With shouting proclaim it-oh trust in his passion,—
He saves us most freely-oh precious salvation!
4 Our Jesus his name now proclaims all victorious,
He reigns over all, and his kingdom is glorious;
To Jesus we'll join with the great congregation,
And triumph, ascribing to him our salvation.

5 With joy shall we stand, when escaped to the shore;

With harps in our hands, we'll praise him the more; We'll range the sweet plains on the bank of the river,

And sing of salvation for ever and ever

THORNBY

HYMN 306. 7s. Evening Hymn. [bor *]

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Matt. xi, 28.

COME, ye weary sinners, come,

All, who feel your heavy load:

Jesus calls the wand'rers home;
Hasten to your pard'ning God:
Come, ye guilty souls oppressed,
Answer to the Saviour's call:
"Come, and I, will give you rest:
Come, and I will save you all."
e 2 Jesus, full of truth and love,
We thy kindest call obey,
Faithful let thy mercies prove,
Take our load of guilt away:
Weary of this war within,
Weary of this endless strife,
Weary of ourselves and sin,
Weary of a wretched life.

p 3 Burdened with a world of grief,
Burdened with our sinful load,
Burdened with this unbelief,
Burdened with the wrath of God,
o Lo, we come to thee for ease,
True and gracious as thou art;
Now our weary souls release,
Write forgiveness on our heart.
HYMN 307. L. M.

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VILLAGE HYMNS.

Park Street. [b]

"Return unto me.”

RETURN, O wanderer, return!

And seek thine injured Father's face :

Those new desires which in thee burn, Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return! e He hears thy deep repentant sigh: He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no intruding ear is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer, return! Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live: Go to his feet; and grateful, learn How freely Jesus can forgive. 84 Return, O wanderer, return! And wipe away the falling tear : Thy Father calls " No longer mourn!" "Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.

COLLYER.

HYMN 308. C. M. Dundee. [b]

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Mat. xi, 28.

1A And fear eternal wo

who feel distressed for sin,

You Christ invites to enter in-
This hour to Jesus go!

2 He by his own almighty word,
Will all your fears remove:
For every wound his precious blood
A sovereign balm shall prove.

o 3 His conquering grace shall set you free
From sin's oppressive chains,
From Satan's hateful tyranny,

And everlasting pains...

b 4 Come, then, ye heavy laden come ! His instant help implore:

e Millions have found a peaceful home8 There's room for millions more.

HYMN 309. 8 & 7.

PRATT'S COL.

Sicilian Hymn. [*]

A Fountain opened for Sin and Uncleanness.

81 COME to Calvary's holy mountain,

Sinners, ruined by the fall;

Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all.

e 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission, ́ ́
Here the troubled, peace may find."
3 He that drinks shall live for ever;
'Tis a soul-renewing flood:

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God is faithful;-God will never

Break his covenant in blood.

MONTGOMERY,

HYMN 310. L. M. Angels' Hymn. [*]

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"Take not thy Holy Spirit," &c. Ps. li, 11.

STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite,

Cast not the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

-2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all, whoe'er thy grace received,
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved,-

3 Yet oh, the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear, I shall not see thy people's rest. -4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, E'en now, O Lord, relieve my woes; Into thy rest of love receive,

And bless me with the calm repose. -5 E'en now my weary soul release, And raise me by thy gracious hand! Guide me into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promised land.

HYMN 311. C. M. Canterbury. [b]

The Penitent.

Р 1 PROSTRATE, O Jesus, at thy feet, guilty rebel lies,

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And upwards to the mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

3 But no such sacrifice I plead,

To expiate my guilt;

No tears but those which thou hast shed,
No blood but thou hast spilt.

4 Think of thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive;

Then Justice will approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

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STENNETT.

HYMN 312. C. M. Dedham. [b or *]

"O save me for thy Mercies' Sake."-Ps. vi, 4.

ERCY alone can meet my case:

MFor mercy, Lord, 1 cry:

Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face
In mercy, or I die.

2 Save me,-for none beside can save;
At thy command I tread,

With failing steps, life's stormy wave,

The wave goes o'er my head.

3 I perish, and my doom were just But wilt thou leave me? No