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O Holy Ghost, eternal God,
Descending from above,
Thou fill'st the soul, thro' Jesus' blood,
With faith, and hope, and love.
2 Thou comfortest the heavy heart,
By sin and grief opprest;
Thou to the dead dost life impart,

And to the weary, rest.
3 Thy sweet communion charms the soul
And gives true peace and joy ;
Which Satan's pow'r can ne'er control,
Nor all his wiles destroy.

4 Let no false comfort lift us up

To confidence that's vain :
Nor let their faith and courage droop,
Who love the Lamb once slain.

5 Breathe comfort where distress a-

O make our conscience clean;
And heal, with balm from Jesus' wounds,
The fest'ring sores of sin.

Warm these cold hearts of our's. 2 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood;

bear thy witness in my heart,
That I am born of God.

3. Thou art the Earnest of his love,
O lead us, that we may above
The Pledge of joys to come:
Obtain our lasting home.

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BREATHE on these bones so dry
and dead,

God Holy Ghost! thy influence shed
In all our hearts abroad:

Point out the place, where grace

Direct us to the bleeding wounds

Of Jesus, our incarnate God.

2 Convince us that the Lamb was slain

For us, and to our minds explain

Let us our dear Redeemer see,
The myst❜ry of the cross;
And serve and love him fervently;
This be our gain, else all things loss.

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O That the Comforter would come!
Nor visit as a transient Guest,
But fix in me his constant home,

And keep possession of my breast;
Yea, make my soul his blest abode,
The temple of th' in-dwelling God.

2 Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, [
Attest that I am born again;
Come and baptize me, Lord, with fire,
Nor let thy former gifts be vain:
Grant me a sense that I'm forgiv'n,
A pledge that I'm an heir of heav'n.

3 Grant me th' indisputable seal,
That ascertains the kingdom mine!
That pow'rful stamp I long to feel,
The signature of love divine:
O shed it in my heart abroad,
Fulness of love, of heav'n, of God!

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THOU great Teacher, who instructest
Christ's flock, and us to bliss conductest,
Who noblest gifts to grant didst deign
To th' apostles, thine anointed,
By thee for that great work appointed
To teach, reprove and comfort men,
And freely offer grace
Unto the Gentile race;
Lord, have mercy!

Grant us to be-Immoveably
Fix'd on their ground, upheld by thee!

XIII. Of God's Call of Grace to the unconverted Sinner.

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5" Tho' then unborn, tho' not in person there,


TEACH us, O Lord! the cross's" Yet in that act of grace thou hast a mystery, And grant us docile hearts to learn of" Pardon of sin was then for thee prothee;

Thou art as full of love to fallen man, As when for our redemption thou wast slain.

2 "I thirst," thou didst upon exclaim,

the cross

And on thy throne, thy thirst is still the same;

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Not for the blood of foes who scorn thy love,

But that they may thy pard'ning mer

ey prove.


"When Jesus death for ev'ry man endur'd.

6" For all who flee from Sinai's fiery wrath,

"And look to Calv'ry's sacrifice by faith,

"The Judge supreme, to whom all pow'r is giv'n,

"Ordaineth pardon, happiness and heav'n.

3 Thou hast no pleasure in the sin-7 ner's death,

"Just as thou art, to Jesus come, and live;

Repenting sinners Jesus will receive; "Be thou e'er so corrupt and stain'd with sin,

But callest him to come & live by faith;" Thou sendest messengers of peace abroad,

Beseeching men, "Be reconcil'd toGod!

4" Believe, thou mourning sinner, that for thee

"The Lord did penance on the cross's tree;

"Thereby he triumph'd over sin and hell,

"And gain'd for thee a right in heav'n to dwell.

"Fear not, his precious blood can wash thee clean."

8 Who finds that sin hath quite o'erspread his soul,

That his own efforts ne'er can make him whole,

Helpless at Jesus' feet resolves to lie, Jesus hath sworn that sinner shall not die.

9 Tho' he was dead before, behold, | 4 They by the Father are esteem'd,

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10 How pleasing 'tis, a new-born soul to view,

How doth its happiness our own renew! Might all the pow'r of Christ's atonement prove,

And know the virtue of his dying love!

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My Saviour sinners doth receive, Whom, with sin's galling load oppressed,

No man nor angel can relieve,

Who have no hope to be redressed; Who loathe the world and all its ways, Dread wrath divine, and mourn for


On whom the law pronounceth sen


Condemn'd to hell in their own con-

Such wretched sinners find reprieve,
Since Jesus sinners doth receive.
2 The fondest mother cannot have
Towards her darling such affection,
As Jesus show'd, vile man to save;

His love exceedeth our conception.
He left his throne and blest abode,
To bear the sinner's heavy load.
Since he now thro' his death & suff'ring
Hath made an all-sufficient off'ring,
Our debt is paid, and we may live ;
For Jesus sinners doth receive.
3 Now is his sympathizing heart
A refuge for the most distressed;
He freely pardon will impart ;

By him their debt is quite erased.
His blood like th'ocean without ground,
Their sins hath swallow'd up & drown'd,
The Holy Ghost to them is given,
Who leads them in the path to heaven;
And prompts them always to believe,
That Jesus sinners doth receive.

When thus presented by our Saviour;
Heal'd by his wounds, from sin redeem'd
They prove the Father's love & favor;
He owns them as his sons and heirs,
And all he hath their own declares;
| Eternal life they now inherit,
Procur'd for them by Jesus' merit;
He dwells in them, in him they live,
Since Jesus sinners doth receive.

Might all his loving heart but see,
And know his bowels of compassion
To sinners, straying carelessly,

Or such as mourning seek salvation:
Him, when on earth'midst sinners trace;
Zaccheus takes his saving grace;
He comforts Magd'len in affliction,
Regards her tears and deep conviction,
Her sins, tho' many, he forgives;
My Saviour sinners poor receives.
6 Behold how he with Peter dealt,
Tho' deep his fall, he show'd him

Not only when on earth he dwelt

Was he a sin-forgiving Saviour;
No, he is still the very same,
Just, good and merciful his name;
As he was in humiliation,
So is he still in exaltation.
Repenting souls, you may believe,
Our Saviour sinners doth receive.

7 Come, sinners, come, tho' vile and

Returning prodigals he meeteth; He freely offers them his grace,

Them with a pard'ning kiss he

Why wilt thou stand in thy own way?
Why wilfully be Satan's prey?

Wilt thou sin's drudge remain for ever,
Tho' he appear'd thee to deliver?
Do not delay, sin's service leave,
Since Jesus sinners will receive.
8 Come, ye that heavy laden are,

Come, weary, void of self-assistance;
Tho' doubting, ready to despair,

Come but to him without resistance. Behold his heart with love replete, Full of desire the worst to meet;

Long hath he sought for you though 2 Who would still such mercy grieve?


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Shuts not the door of grace to-day;
I'll first enjoy some carnal pleasure."
No, God forbid! if you are wise,
Grace, offer'd now, do not despise.
Who slights to-day the invitation,
May ever miss of his salvation.
Come now to Jesus, come and live;
To-day he sinners doth receive.
11 Draw me, a sinner, unto thee,
Thou sinner's Friend, thou gracious

Grant I, and all may ardently
Desire thy pardon, grace and favor.
When sin assails, and gives us smart,
Show us thy wounded, loving heart;
May none, who feels sin's condemnation,
Neglect thy gen'rous invitation,
But all experience and believe
That Jesus sinners doth receive!

237.* T, 205. SINNERS! come, the Saviour see, Hands, feet, side, and temples view; See him bleeding on the tree,

See his heart is pierc❜d for you! View awhile, then haste away, Find a thousand more, and say, Come, ye sinners, come with me, View him bleeding on the tree. L

Sinners! hear instruction mild, Doubt no more, but now believe,

Each become a little child; Artful doubts and reas'nings be Nail'd with Jesus to the tree; Mourning souls, who simple are, Surely shall the blessing share.

3 Thro' his poverty, the poor

May eternal riches gain; Open'd is heav'n's mercy-door,

None that comes, need come in vain. Here now freely take who will, Each poor sinner take his fill; Rich in grace hereby commence, Blush no more for indigence. They who search their hearts with



And the blame their own confess, In the Lamb's redemption share,

To his wounds have free access.

They, who deem'd themselves the chief

Of all sinners, and receive
Full forgiveness, peace and rest,
Pard'ning grace can relish best.
5 Cover'd with a holy shame,

Pardon'd sinners they remain :
Yet their freedom they proclaim,

Their adoption they maintain.
Soon as we begin to cease
Trusting in our righteousness,
Ceases the tormenting strife,
All within is peace and life.

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COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore!
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and pow'r :
He is able, :||:

He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify:
True belief, and true repentance,
Ev'ry grace that brings us nigh,
Without money, :||:

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Lost and ruin'd by the fall,

If ye tarry till ye're better,
Ye will never come at all,
Not the righteous, :||:
Sinners Jesus came to call.

4 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you, :||:
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.
5 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo, your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies;
"It is finish'd!" :||:
Sinner, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude;

None but Jesus :||:

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, join'd 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.

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SINNER, hear thy Saviour's call,
He now is passing by;
He hath seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry:
He hath pardon to impart,

Grace to save thee from thy fears;
See the love that fills his heart,

And wipe away thy tears.
2 Why art thou afraid to come,
And tell him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face:
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?

Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Who, to save thy soul from hell,

Hath shed his precious blood?

3 Think how on the cross he hung,

Pierc'd with a thousand wounds!
Hark, from each as with a tongue
The voice of pardon sounds!
See, from all his bursting veins,
Blood, of wondrous virtue, flow!
Shed to wash away thy stains,

And ransom thee from woe.
4 Tho' his majesty be great,
His mercy is no less;
Tho' he thy transgressions hate,
He feels for thy distress:
By himself the Lord hath sworn,
He delights not in thy death;
But invites thee to return,

That thou may'st live by faith.
5 Raise thy downcast eyes, and see

What throngs his throne surround!
These, tho' sinners once like thee,
Have full salvation found;
Yield not then to unbelief!

While he saith, "there yet is room;"
Tho' of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thee, come.

240. T. 22.

COME, sinners, to the gospel-feast;
Let ev'ry soul be Jesus' guest;
Not one of you need stay behind;
His gospel calleth to mankind.

2 Attend! the gospel trumpet sounds,
Calls sinners from earths farthest bounds;
year of Jubilee is come!
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home,
3 Come all ye souls by sin opprest,
Ye wand'rers, who are seeking rest;
The poor, the maim'd, the halt, the blind,
With Christ a hearty welcome find.
4 The message as from God receive ;
Ye all may come to Christ and live;
O let his love your hearts constrain,
Nor suffer him to die in vain!

5 His love is mighty to compel ;
His conqu❜ring love consent to feel:
Yield to his love's almighty pow'r,
And strive against your God no more.
6 See him set forth before your eyes,
A precious bleeding sacrifice!

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