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.
4 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo your Maker proftrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,.
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finifh'd.".
Sinner, will not this fuffice?
5 Lo! th' incarnate GoD afcended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other truft intrude.
None but JESUS
Can do helpless finners good.
6 Saints and angels join'd in concert
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful feats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his Name.
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the fame.
Ì SINNERS, obey the gospel-word,
Hafte to the Supper of your LORD;
Be wife to know your gracious day;
All things are ready, come away!
2 Ready the Father is to own,
And kifs his late returning Son;
Ready the loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
3 Ready the Spirit of his love,
Juft now the ftony heart to move
T' apply, and witness with the blood,
And wash, and feal you, fohs of God.
4 Ready for you the angels wait,
To triumph in your bleft eftate:
Tuning their harps, they long to praise
The wonders of redeeming grace!
5 Come then, ye finners, to your LORD,
To happiness in CHRIST reftor'd;
His proffer'd benefits embrace,
And tafte the fulness of his grace.
LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice,
The trumpet of the gospel founds
With an inviting voice.
2 Come, all ye hungry ftarving fouls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.
4 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A foul-reviving feaft;
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
pant for living streams,
And pine away and die;
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With fprings that never dry..
5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
6 Dear God! the treasures of thy love
Are everlasting mines;
Deep as our helplefs miferies are,
And boundless as our fins.
7 The happy gates of gofpel grace
Stand open night and day;
LORD, we are come to feek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
ICOME, finners, to the gospel-feaft,
Let ev'ry foul bè JEsU's gueft;
There needs not one be left behind, i
For God hath bidden all mankind.
2" Have me excus'd," why will you cry,
From health, and life, and liberty;
From all that is in Jesus giv'n,
From pardon, holiness and heav'n! i
3 Come then, ye fouls by fin oppreft,
Ye weary wand'rers after reft;
Ye poor and maimed, halt and blind,
In CHRIST an hearty welcome find.
4 See him fet forth before your eyes ;
Behold the bleeding facrifice!
His offer'd love let all embrace,
And freely now be fav'd by grace.
5 Ye who believe his record true,
Shall fup with him, and he with you;
Come to the feaft, be fav'd from fin,
For JESUS waits to take you in.
6 This is the time, no more delay;
This is the glorious gospel-day;
Come in this moment at his call,
And live to him, who dy'd for all..
IS Inners, behold the pierced Lamb,
For you he hung upon the ftem 3
Behold him by the eye of faith,
For life doth iffue from his death.
2 Salvation's well wide open ftands,
And blood-ftreams run from feet& hands;
The open'd fide doth richly flow,
From whence, with joy, we water draw:
Water to quench our parching thirst,
To cleanfe and make us fit for CHRIST;
T'allay our nature's fire within,
And purify the foul from fin.
4 JESUS alone true life imparts,
And med'cine for all wounded hearts;
With balm fupplies for ev'ry fore,
And works a speedy, perfect cure.
5 One look to him upon, the pole,
Revives and heals the fin-ftung foul
Relieves the weary and the faint,
The tempted, and each mourner's want.
6 Come then, thou great High-priest, apply
To us this fov'reign remedy;
That we the bleffings of thy death
May antedate below by faith.
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