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Yes, whosoever will,

O, let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;
"T is Jesus bids him come.

1 COME, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come!

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste!

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain ;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise;

4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care:
A wounded spirit who can bear?

5 Sinner, come! for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound;
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

1 LIKE the low murmur of a secret stream,

BECKFORD.

Which through dark alders takes its shaded way, My suppliant voice is heard. Ah! do not deem That on vain toys my life is thrown away.

2 In the recesses of the lonely vale,

On the wild mountain, on the verdant sod, Where the fresh breezes of the morn prevail, I wander lonely, communing with God.

3 When the faint sickness of a wounded heart Creeps in cold shudderings through my sinking frame,

Wilt thou to me that sacred peace impart,

Which soothes the invokers of thine awful name!

4 O, all-creating Spirit, sacred beam!

Parent of life and light, supernal power!

Grant me, through obvious clouds, one transient gleam

Of thy bright essence in my dying hour.

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Invitation to Sinners.

1 COME, then, ye sinners, to your Lord,
In Christ to paradise restored;
His proffered benefits embrace,
The plenitude of Gospel grace:
2 A pardon written with his blood,
The favor and the peace of God;
The seeing eye, the feeling sense,
The mystic joys of penitence;

3 The guiltless shame, the sweet distress,
The unutterable tenderness;

The genuine, meek humility;

The wonder, "Why such love to me!"
4 The o'erwhelming power of saving grace,
The sight that veils the seraph's face;
The speechless awe that dares not move,
And all the silent heaven of love!

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Envitation to Sinners.

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1 COME, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love, and power;

He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.

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2 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 struggling beam.

3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden;

Bruised and mangled by the fall,
If you tarry till you 're better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call.

4 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 do the same.

1 PART in peace! is day before us?
Praise his name for life and light;
Are the shadows lengthening o'er us?
Bless his care who guards the night.

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2 Part in peace! with deep thanksgiving,
Rendering, as we homeward tread,
Gracious service to the living,

Tranquil memory to the dead.

3 Part in peace! such are the praises
God our Maker loveth best ;
Such the worship that upraises
Human hearts to heavenly rest.

L. M.

Universal Worship.

PIERPONT.

10 THOU, to whom, in ancient time,
The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung,
Whom kings adored in song sublime,
And prophets praised with glowing tongue!

2 Not now on Zion's height alone
Thy favored worshipper may dwell,
Nor where, at sultry noon, thy Son
Sat weary by the patriarch's well.

3 From every place below the skies,
The grateful song, the fervent prayer,
The incense of the heart, may rise
To heaven, and find acceptance there.

4 To thee shall age, with snowy hair,
And strength and beauty, bend the knee;
And childhood lisp, with reverent air,

Its praises and its prayers to thee.