Is founding abroad TheLanguage of Mercy-Salvationthro'Blood

4 Thrice happy are they

Who hear and obey, And share in the Biessings of thisGospel-Day.

5 The People who know

The Saviour below, With burning Affection to worship him glow.

6. The People are bleft

Who lean on his Breast, And have a rich Foretaste of his promis'd Rest.

7 This Bleffing is mine

Through Favour divine: But, O my Redeemer, the Glory be thine!

8 The Work is of Grace;

Thine, thine be the Praise! And mine to adore thee and tell of thy Ways.

Η Υ Μ Ν Χ. 1 COME, ye Sinners, poor and wretched,

God's free Bounty glorify!
True Belief, and true Repentance,

Ev'ry Grace that brings us nigh,
Without Money, without Money, &c.

Come to Jesus Chrift, and buy.
2 Let not Conscience make you linger,

Nor of Fitness fondly dream; All the Fitness he requireth.

Is, to feel our Want of him:
This he gives you, this hegives you, &c,

'Tis the Spirit's rising Beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Loft and ruin'd by the Fall;
If you tarry 'till you're better,

You will never come at all.
Not the Righteous, not the Righteous, &c.

Sinners Jesus came to call,
4 View him grov'ling in the Garden;

Lo! your Maker proftrate lies;
On the bloody Tree behold him;

Hear him cry, before he dies,
It is finishd; it is finish'd; &c.

Sinner, 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, none but Jesus, &c.

Can do helpless Sinners good.
6. 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! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Sinners here may fing the fame.

H Y M N XI.
ZION, arise, thy Garments shake,
Of thy dear Saviour's Worth pas take;

Oh

Oh! call his Blessings down!
Thy Wants are great-but Jesus dy'd,
He loves to see them well fupply'd,

He makes thy Case his own.
2 Strangers in Heart we lately were,
Till our Redeemer brought us near

By his attracting Pow'r;' Break out all ye in Songs aloud, Who feel Redemption through his Blood,

And our High-Priest adore. 3 O Jesus, Lord, we humbly pray, Be gracious to thy Church to-day,

Thy saving Health impart! The Dew of Heav'n on us distil, With L.ove each empty Vessel fill, And cheer the drooping Heart!

H Y M N XII. · WELCOME, welcome, blessed Servant,

Messenger of Jesu's Grace!
O how beautiful the Feet of

Him that brings good News of Peace.
All hail, Herald! all hail, Herald ! &c.
Priest of God, thy People's Joy!
2 Saviour, bless his Message to us,

Give us Hearts to hear the Sound
Of Redemption, dearly purchas'd

By thy Death and precious Wounds.
O reveal it! O reveal it! &c.
To our poor and helpless Souls !

3 Give Reward of Grace and Glory

To thy faithful Labourer dear;
Let the Incente of our Hearts be

Offer'd up in Faith and Pray'r.
Bless, O bless him; bless, O bless him;&c.
Now, henceforth for evermore.

HY M N XIII ! BLOW ye the Trumpet, blow

The gladly-folemn Sound;
Let all the Nations know

To Earth's remoteft Bound,
The Year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye ransom'd Sinners, home! 2 Extol the Lamb of God,

The great-atoning Lamb! Redemption in his Blood,

Throughout the World proclaim : The Year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye rantom'd Sinners, home! 3 Ye who have fold for Nought

Your Heritage above; Shall have it back unbought

The Gift of Jesu's Love: The Year of Jubilee is come,

Return, ye ransom'd Sinners, home! A Ye Slaves of Sin and Hell,

Your Liberty receive And safe in Jefus dwell And blest in Jesus live";*

The

The Year of Jubilee is come;

Return, ye raniom'd Singers, home! 5 The Gofpel-Trumpet hear,

The News of hcav'nly Grace,
Ye happy Souls, draw near,

Behold your Saviour's Face:
The Year of Jubilee is cume;
Return to your eternal Home,

H Y M N XIV. · LET every mortal Ear attend,

and every Heart rejoice;
The Trumpet of the Gospelosounds

with an inviting Voice.
2 hio! all ye wre ched starving Souls,

that feed upon the Wind,
And vainly stive with earthly Toys

to fill an empty Mind:
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd

a Soul-reviving Feast,
And bids your longing Appetites

the rich Provifion taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living Streams,

and pine away and die ; Here you may quenclı your raging Thirst,

with Streams that never dry:
s Rivers of Love and Mercy here,

in a rich Ocean join;
Salvation in Abundance flows,
like Floods of Milk and Wine.