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267. 7s. M. Hawes.
The Same.
1 From the holy mount above, Glowing in the light of love, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear!
"At the feast there yet is room-- Come and welcome, sinner, come.
2 "Thou shalt be a welcome guest, By the Lord divinely blest;-- In the word of truth believe,-- All thy sinful pleasures leave, And no more in darkness roam,-- Come and welcome, sinner, come.
3 "G.o.d is thy unchanging Friend; He will love thee to the end, And at last thy soul convey To the realms of endless day, To a blessed spirit-home,-- Come and welcome, sinner, come."
268. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.
The Sinner entreated to awake.
1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead; Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep; arise from death; See the bright and living path; Watchful, tread that path; be wise; Leave thy folly; seek the skies.
3 Leave thy folly; cease from crime; From this hour redeem thy time; Life secure without delay; Brief is this thy mortal day.
4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Jesus calls from death and night; Jesus waits to shed his light.
269. L. M. 6l. Anonymous.
The Gospel gives Peace and Rest.
1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe; Cease thy complaints, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow: Behold the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound.
2 Come, freely come; by sin oppressed, Unburden here the weighty load, Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy G.o.d: Thy G.o.d's thy Father,--glorious word!
Forever love and praise the Lord.
3 As spring the winter, day the night, Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright, Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.
270. 7s. M. 8l. Bowring.
Invitation.
1 Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Come the way to Zion's gate, There, till mercy speaks within, Knock, and weep, and watch and wait-- Knock--he knows the sinner's cry, Weep--he loves the mourner's tears, Watch--for saving grace is nigh, Wait--till heavenly grace appears.
2 Hark, it is thy Saviour's voice!
"Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest."
Now within the gate rejoice, Safe, and owned, and bought and blest-- Safe--from all the lures of vice, Owned--by joys the contrite know, Bought--by love and life the price, Blest--the mighty debt to owe!
3 Holy pilgrim! what for thee, In a world like this, remains?
From thy guarded breast shall flee Fear, and shame, and doubt and pains-- Fear--the hope of heaven shall fly, Shame--from glory's view retire, Doubt--in full belief shall die, Pain--in endless bliss expire.
271. C. M. Anonymous.
The Same.
1 Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay.
2 But lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode It s.h.i.+nes through sin and sorrow's night To guide us to our Lord.
3 O haste to follow where it leads; The gracious call obey, Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way.
4 O gladly tread the narrow path While light and grace are given; We'll meekly follow Christ on earth, And reign with him in heaven.
272. C. M. Collyer.
Call to the Wandering.
1 Return, O wanderer, now return, And seek thy Father's face; Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, now return; He hears thy humble sigh; He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer, now return; Thy Father bids thee live; Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, now return, And wipe the falling tear; Thy Father calls--no longer mourn; 'T is love invites thee near.
273. C. M. Moore.