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Who received the joyful word?
Who embraced the news of pardon,
Freely offered by the Lord?
Life immortal,—

Freely offered by the Lord.

4 O ye angels! hovering round us,-
Waiting spirits! speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay,-
Rebel-sinners

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HYMN 276, S. M.

The accepted Time.

Now is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
O sinners! come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.

2 Now is th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late ;-
Then why should you delay?

8 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come:
And every promise, in his word,
Declares there yet is room.

4 Lord! draw reluctant souls,

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And melt them by thy love;
Then will the angels speed their way,
To bear the news above.

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HYMN 277, 8s and 4s,

The Gospel Trumpet.

ARK-hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,Through the wide earth, the echo bounds,Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood!

Sinners are reconciled to God,

By grace divine.

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Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
T' invite you near.

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Ye mortals! catch the sacred fire;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim;—
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HYMN 278, C. M.

The Young exhorted.

hearts with youthful vigor warm!
In smiling crowds draw near;
And turn from every mortal charm,
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2 He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you;
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3 The soul, that longs to see his face,
Is sure bis love to gain;

And they, who early seek his grace,
Shall never seek in vain.

4 What object, Lord! my soul should move,
If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

5 Away, ye false delusive toys!
Vain tempters of the mind;
'T is here I fix my lasting choice,
For here true bliss I find.

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HYMN 279, 8s, 7s and 4.
Children exhorted.

CHILDREN! hear the melting story
Of the Lamb that once was slain;

'Tis the Lord of life and glory;
Shall he plead with you in vain?
Oh! receive him,

And salvation now obtain.

2 Yield no more to sin and folly,
So displeasing in his sight;

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They alone are his delight;
Seek his favor,

And your hearts to him unite.
3 All your sins to him confessing
Who is ready to forgive,

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Seek the Saviour's richest blessing,
On his precious name believe;
He is waiting,—

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HYMN 280, 7s.

Children invited to Christ.

YHILDREN! listen to the Lord,
And obey his gracious word;
Seek his face with heart and mind-
Early seek, and you shall find.
2 Sorrowful, your sins confess;
Plead his perfect righteousness;
See the Saviour's bleeding side;—
Come-you will not be denied.
8 For his worship now prepare;
Kneel to him in fervent prayer;
Serve him with a perfect heart;
Never from his ways depart.

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PENITENTIAL.

HYMN 281, C. M.

Contrition.

THOU! whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;

Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;-

2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said-"Return?"

8 And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?

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Oh! let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.

4 Oh! shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.

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HYMN 282, 78.

Repentance at the Cross of Christ.
[EARTS of stone! relent, relent,
Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;
See his body, mangled, rent,

Covered with a gore of blood!
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?
Crucified God's only Son!

2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed him there, Crowned with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with a bloody spear, Made his soul a sacrifice,

While for sinful man he dies.

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain,-
Still to death thy Lord pursue,—
Open all his wounds again,-

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And the shameful cross renew?
No;-with all my sins I'll part,
Break, Oh! break, my bleeding heart!

HYMN 283, L. M., 6 Lines.

Pleading in Jesus' Name.

1 FATHER of mercies, God of love!

Oh! hear an humble suppliant's cry;
Bend from thy lofty seat above,-
Thy throne of glorious majesty;
Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice,
And bid my drooping heart rejoice.

2 I urge no merit of my own,—

No worth to claim thy gracious smile; No, when I come before thy throne, Dare to converse with God awhile, Thy name, blest Jesus! is my plea,Dearest and sweetest name to me.

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Then hear thine humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above,

Thy throne of glorious majesty ;

One pard'ning word can make me whole,
And soothe the anguish of my soul.

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HYMN 284, C. M.

Godly Sorrow at the Cross.

LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head,
For such a worm as I?

2 Was it for crimes that 1 had done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity!-grace unknown!—
And love beyond degree!

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, the mighty Maker, died,
For man the creature's sin.

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.

5 But floods of tears can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe;

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Here, Lord! I give myself away;—
'Tis all that I can do.

HYMN 285, L. M, 6 Lines.
Backslider's Return through Christ.

WEAR

TEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow beneath the rod;
To him, with penitence, I mourn:
I have an advocate above,—
A friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus! full of truth and grace,

More full of grace than I of sin,-
Yet once again I seek thy face,

Open thine arms and take me in;
Oh freely my backslidings heal,
And love the dying sinner still.