  257. C. M. Watts.The Gospel Trumpet. 1Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the Gospel sounds With an inviting voice. 2Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind,-- 3Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,-- Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. 258. C. M. Cowper."The entrance of thy Word giveth Light." 1How blest thy creature is, O God, When, with a single eye, He views the lustre of thy word, The day-spring from on high! 2Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things, The Sun of Righteousness doth rise, With healing on his wings. 3The soul, a dreary province once Of Satan's dark domain, Feels a new empire formed within, And owns a heavenly reign. 4The glorious orb, whose golden beams The fruitful year control, Since first, obedient to thy word, He started from the goal,-- 5Has cheered the nations with the joys His orient rays impart: But, Jesus, 'tis thy light alone Can shine upon the heart. 259. L. M. Watts.Gospel Invitations. 1"Come hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy-laden sinners, come! I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2"They shall find rest that learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind, But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. 3"Blest is the man whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light." 4Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand To mould and guide us at thy will. 260. L. M. Watts.God's Glory in the Gospel. 1Now to the Lord a noble song! Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue; Hosanna, to the Eternal name, And all his boundless love proclaim. 2The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise, the powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 3But in the Gospel of thy Son Are all thy mightiest works outdone; The light it pours upon our eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 4Our spirits kindle in its beam; It is a sweet, a glorious theme; Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 261. H. M. Toplady.The Jubilee Proclaimed. 1Blow ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 2The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace: Ye happy souls, draw near; Behold your Saviour's face: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 3Jesus, our great High Priest, Has full assurance made; Ye weary spirits, rest; Ye mourning souls, be glad: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 262. 8s. & 7s. M. J. Taylor.Gospel Call to the Church. 1Praise to God, the great Creator, Bounteous Source of every joy, He whose hand upholds all nature, He whose word can all destroy! Saints with pious zeal attending, Now the grateful tribute raise; Solemn songs, to heaven ascending, Join the universal praise. 2Here indulge each grateful feeling; Lowly bend with contrite souls; Here, his milder grace revealing, Here no peal of thunder rolls: Lo, the sacred page before us Bears the promise of his love, Full of mercy to restore us, Mercy beaming from above. 3Every secret fault confessing, Deed unrighteous, thought of sin, Seize, O seize the proffered blessing, Grace from God, and peace within! Heart and voice with rapture swelling, Still the song of glory raise; On the theme immortal dwelling, Join the universal praise. 263. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.The Gospel Advancing. 1Brighter shines the gospel day On our Zion's mountains; Clearer has become the way To her living fountains. Hark! the stirring trumpet tone Hath o'er every hill-top flown; Error's hosts retiring see! Superstition's minions flee! 2From the luring haunts of sin Where the soul is blighted, Christ invites--come enter in To the temple lighted With the beams of pardoning love-- With the wisdom from above; Leave the woes of sin behind, And a rest perpetual find. 3Come from error's hoary shrine, Jew or Gentile seeking For the way of life divine-- Hear this voice now speaking! Willing hearts and hands prepare Christ's redeeming grace to share; Join our triumph-strain, and sing Zion's Universal King. 264. C. M. Medley.The Fountain of Living Waters. 1O, what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found! Suited to every sinner's case, Who hears the joyful sound. 2Come, then, with all your wants and wounds; Your every burden bring; Here love, unchanging love, abounds, A deep, celestial spring. 3This spring with living water flows, And heavenly joy imparts; Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose, And drink with thankful hearts. 265. S. M. Select Hymns.Now is the Day of Grace. 1Now is the day of grace; Now to the Father come; The Lord is calling, "Seek my face, And I will guide you home." 2The Saviour bids you speed; O, wherefore then delay? He calls in love; he sees your need; He bids you come to-day. 3To-day the prize is won; The promise is to save; Then, O, be wise; to-morrow's sun May shine upon your grave. 266. C. M. Mrs. Steele.Invitation to the Gospel Feast. 1Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast, Where mercy spreads her bounteous store, For every humble guest! 2See, Jesus stands with open arms! He calls, he bids you come;-- Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,-- But see, there yet is room! 3Come then, and with his people taste The blessings of his love; While hope attends the sweet repast, Of nobler joys above. 4There, with united heart and voice, Before the eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice In ecstasies unknown. 5And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come: Ye longing souls, the grace adore;-- Approach, there yet is room. 267. 7s. M. Hawes.The Same. 1From 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"God 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. 1Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep; Wake, and o'er thy folly weep; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead; Jesus waits his light to shed. 2Wake from sleep; arise from death; See the bright and living path; Watchful, tread that path; be wise; Leave thy folly; seek the skies. 3Leave thy folly; cease from crime; From this hour redeem thy time; Life secure without delay; Brief is this thy mortal day. 4O, 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. 1Peace, 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. 2Come, freely come; by sin oppressed, Unburden here the weighty load, Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God: Thy God's thy Father,--glorious word! Forever love and praise the Lord. 3As 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. 1Pilgrim, 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. 2Hark, 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! 3Holy 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. 1Bright was the guiding star that led, With mild benignant ray, The Gentiles to the lowly shed Where the Redeemer lay. 2But lo! a brighter, clearer light Now points to his abode It shines through sin and sorrow's night To guide us to our Lord. 3O haste to follow where it leads; The gracious call obey, Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, The Christian's destined way. 4O 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. 1Return, O wanderer, now return, And seek thy Father's face; Those new desires, which in thee burn, Were kindled by his grace. 2Return, O wanderer, now return; He hears thy humble sigh; He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3Return, O wanderer, now return; Thy Father bids thee live; Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he'll forgive. 4Return, 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."Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much." 1Were not the sinful Mary's tears An offering worthy heaven, When, o'er the faults of former years, She wept, and was forgiven? 2When, bringing every balmy sweet Her day of luxury stored, She o'er her Saviour's hallowed feet The precious ointment poured; 3Were not those sweets so freely shed, That shame, those weeping eyes, And the sunk heart which inly bled, Heaven's noblest sacrifice? 4Thou that hast slept in error's sleep, O wouldst thou wake to heaven, Like Mary kneel, like Mary weep; "Love much," and be forgiven! 274. 7s. M. Anonymous.To the Prodigal Son. 1Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy father's happy home? With thyself and God at war? Turn thee, brother, homeward come. 2Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother, God can save! 3Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow? Turn thee, God will make thee whole! 4Fall before him on the ground, Pour thy sorrow in his ear, Seek him, while he may be found, Call upon him, while he's near. 275. S. M. Episcopal Coll.Gospel Invitations. 1The Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering, "Sinner, come!" The Bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come!" 2Let him that heareth say To all about him, "Come!" Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the Fountain, come! 3Yes, whosoever will, O, let him freely come, And freely drink the stream of life; 'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4Lo, Jesus, who invites, Declares, "I quickly come:" Lord, even so! I wait thine hour: Jesus, my Saviour, come! 276. C. M. Watts.The Blessings of the Gospel. 1Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the paths they go, And light their steps surround. 2Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor dares the world condemn. 3The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives; Israel, thy King forever reigns, Thy God forever lives. 277. C. M. Doddridge.All Things Ready. 1The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board: Not Paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. 2Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come; Come from your most obscure retreats And grace shall find you room. 3Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 4Yet are his house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room. 278. S. M. Pratt's Coll.Coming to Christ. 1Ye sons of earth, arise, Ye creatures of a day; Redeem the time--be bold--be wise, And cast your bonds away. 2The year of gospel grace With us rejoice to see, And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty. 3Blest Saviour, Lord of all, God help us to receive; Obedient to thy gracious call, O, bid us turn and live. 279. S. M. E. Turner.Saviour's Voice. 1Hear what a Saviour's voice, To sinners, does proclaim; O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice In your Redeemer's name. 2Where sin and death have reigned, And all their power employed, There are his love and light maintained, And heavenly truth enjoyed. 3The needy, starving poor Are filled with living bread; The opening of the prison door Proclaims the captive freed. 4The thirsty, panting soul, That longs for springs of grace, Beholds celestial waters roll, And floods of righteousness. 5My God, my Saviour too, I would thy love proclaim, Partake of what is brought to view, And sing thy glorious name. Power of the Gospel. 1Behold, the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 3How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust. 4My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O, may we never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. 281. L. M. Anonymous.Gospel Invitation. 1Come to the living waters, come! Gladly obey your Maker's call:-- Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And find his grace is free for all. 2See from the rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye weary, heavy-laden souls. 3In search of empty joys below, Why toil with unavailing strife? Whither, ah! whither would ye go? Christ hath the words of endless life. 4Your willing ears and hearts incline, His words believingly receive; Quicken'd, you then, by faith divine, A heavenly life on earth shall live. 282. 11s. M. S. F. Streeter.The Same. 1How gracious the promise, how soothing the word That came from the lips of our merciful Lord! "Ye lone, and ye weary, ye sad and oppressed, Come, learn of your Saviour, and ye shall find rest." 2Ye proud, from the paths of ambition depart, For meek was your Master, and lowly of heart. And all who have sinned and have wandered astray, Come, walk in the light and the truth and the way. 3Ye heart-stricken sons, and ye daughters of woe, For you the fresh fountains of comfort o'erflow; Your souls to the blessed Redeemer unite,-- His yoke it is easy, his burden is light. 283. 7s. M. Mrs. Barbauld.The Weary, Pained, and Guilty, Invited. 1Come! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim, hither come! 2Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste! 3Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain; Ye, whose swollen and sleepless eyes Watch to see the morning rise; 4Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn, Here repose your heavy care: Who the stings of guilt can bear? 5Sinner, come! for here is found Balm that flows for every wound; Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure. |
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