2 But from his gospel beams Instruction more divine:
There God unfolds an endless day; There love and mercy shine.
3 There God reveals his laws, So perfect and so pure; And there is taught that fear of him, Which ever shall endure.
4 There he instructs the wise, Reclaims the wandering soul, And brings to light those hidden joys Which all our griefs control.
1 I SING the gospel day,
When Christ shall finish sin, His wondrous love display, And conquered rebels bring: They prostrate fall,
And humbly own
That God, alone,
Is all in all.
2 The Saviour, Christ, must reign Till all his foes submit, And, saved by him from pain,
Shall worship at his feet; Shall prostrate fall,
And humbly own
That God, alone,
Is all in all.
3 Then death itself shall die, And life triumphant reign ; No more shall sinners sigh In darkness, guilt, and pain: Prostrate they fall,
And humbly own That God, alone, Is all in all.
HYMN 256. L. M. [#] Strains of Gospel Grace.
1 THE God who once to Israel spoke, From Sinai's top, in fire and smoke, In gentler strains of gospel grace Invites us now to seek his face.
2 He wears no terrors on his brow; He speaks in love, from Zion, now : It is the voice of Jesus' blood
That calls us, wanderers, back to God.
3 God's servant, Moses, quaked and feared, When Sinai's thundering law he heard ; But gospel grace, with accents mild, Speaks to the sinner as a child.
4 What other arguments can move The heart that slights a Saviour's love? O may that heavenly power be felt, And cause the stony heart to melt.
HYMN 257. C. M. [#] Gospel Trumpet.
1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice; The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice.
2 Ho, all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind,-
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids our longing appetites The rich provision taste.
4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.
5 Dear Lord, the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deeper than all our miseries are, More boundless than our sins.
6 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day;
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.
HYMN 258. C. M. [#]
Christ's Invitation.
1 THE Saviour calls! let every ear Attend the heavenly sound: Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear; Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow; And life, and health, and bliss impart To banish mortal wo.
3 There springs of sacred pleasure rise To ease your every pain; Immortal fountain, full supplies!
Nor shall you thirst in vain.
4 Ye sinners, come; 'tis mercy's voice; The gracious call obey; Mercy invites to heavenly joys, And can you yet delay ?
5 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink, and never die.
1 HEAR what a Saviour's voice, To sinners, does proclaim; O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice Redeemer's name.
2 Where sin and death have reigned, And all their power employed, There is his love and light maintained, And heavenly truth enjoyed.
3 The needy, starving poor
Are filled with living bread; The opening of the prison door Proclaims the captive freed. 4 The thirsty, panting soul,
That longs for springs of grace, Beholds celestial waters roll, And floods of righteousness.
5 My God, my Saviour too,
I would thy love proclaim, Partake of what is brought to view, And sing thy glorious name.
HYMN 260. C. M. [bor #] Gospel Invitations.
1 YE wretched, hungry, starving poor, Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store For every humble guest.
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