2 Ah, give them, Lord, a longer space; Nor suddenly consume ;—

But let them take the proffer'd grace,
And flee the wrath to come.

3 Open their eyes thy cross to view,
Their ears to hear thy cries-
Sinners, the Saviour weeps for you,
For you he weeps and dies.

4 All the day long he meekly stands,
The rebels to receive;

And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands,

And bids you turn, and live.

E wretched, hungry, starving poor,

YBehold a royal feast!

Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,

For every humble guest.

2 See, Jesus stands with open arms;
He calls, he bids you come;

Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms;
But see, there yet is room.

3 Room in the Saviour's bleeding heart; There love and pity meet;

Nor will he bid the soul depart,
That trembles at his feet.

4 In him the Father, reconcil'd,
Invites your souls to come;
The rebel shall be call'd a child,
And kindly welcom❜d home.

HYMN 55.

C. M.

WATTS.

Barby, Wareham.

JESUS, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And heal the dying Greek.

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage,
Does thy salvation flow;

"Tis not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.

3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share ;
No mortal has a just pretence,
To perish in despair.

4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come, He'll form your souls anew;

His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.

HYMN 56. H. M.

Eagle Street, Bethesda.

YE dying sons of men,

BODEN.

Immerg'd in sin and wo,

The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.

2 No longer now delay;
No vain excuses frame;
He bids you come, to-day,

Tho' poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinners, come !
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wand'ring souls, draw near;
Christ calls you from above-
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come;
In mercy's arms there still is room.

HYMN 57. 8, 7, 4. HART.
Littleton, Jordan.

Sinners invited to Christ. Matt. xi. 28-30.

OME, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall;

If you tarry till you're better,.
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous-
Sinners Jesus came to call.

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 rising beam.

9 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!

On the bloody tree behold him; Hear him cry before he dies, "It is finish'd:"

Sinners, will not this suffice?

4 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

5 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!—

Sinners here may sing the same.

HYMN 58. L. M.

Portugal, Bath.

STEELE.

1 NOME, weary souls, with sins distrest, Come, and accept the promis'd rest;

The Saviour's gracious call obey, And cast your gloomy fears away. 2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load, Oh, come, and spread your woes abroad; Divine compassion, mighty love, Will all the painful load remove.

3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes; Pardon and life, and endless peace; How rich the gift, how free the grace!

4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, The hope thy gracious words impart; We come with trembling, yet rejoice, And bless the kind inviting voice.

Devonshire, Locke.

COME, sinners, attend,

And make no delay;
Good news from a friend,
I bring you to-day;
Glad news of salvation
Come now and receive;
There's no condemnation
To them that believe.

2 I AM THAT I AM

Hath sent me to you;
Glad news to proclaim,
Your sins to subdue :
To you, O distressed,
Afflicted, forlorn,

Whose sins are increased,
And cannot be borne.

3 But still if you cry,
Oh, what is his name?
You have the reply,

I AM THAT I AM:
Tho' blind, lame, and feeble,
And helpless you lie,

He's willing and able,
Your wants to supply.