I Come, said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my path your choice,
I will guide you to your home;
Weary pilgrim, hither come.

2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.

3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In remorse for guilt who mourn;
4 Hither come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound,
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
373 As the Twilight Shadows.
I As the twilight shadows fall,

Let us, in the closing day,
Mark the solemn hour when all
Earthly things shall fade away.
2 In the grave to which we haste,

No repentance can be found; Shall we then our moments waste While we stand on trial-ground? Ere the coming of that night,

(When its coming who can say?)
Let us do with all our might,
Strive and labor, watch and pray.
4 Lord, do thou thy grace impart;
Penitence and faith bestow!
Come and sanctify each heart,
Let us thy salvation know.

5 That when waning years have fled,
And these scenes have passed away,
Rising with the summoned dead,
We may wake to endless day.

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Gentle Jesus.

I Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,

Suffer me to come to thee.

2 Fain I would to thee be brought;
Gracious God, forbid it not;
Give me, O my God, a place
In the kingdom of thy grace!

3 Put thy hands upon my head, Let me in thine arms be stayed; Let me lean upon thy breast, Lull me there, O Lord, to rest. 4 Fain I would be as thou art; Give me thy obedient heart; Thou art pitiful and kind; Let me have thy loving mind. 375

Depth of Mercy!

I Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear,-
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
3 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
4 Kindled his relentings are;

Me he now delights to spare ;
Cries, how can I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.

5 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows his wounds, and spreads his
God is love! I know, I feel; [hands;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

376 Gracious Spirit, love divine.
I GRACIOUS Spirit, love divine,
Let thy light within me shine!
All my guilty fears remove;
Fill me with thy heavenly love.
2 Speak thy pardoning grace to me;
Set the burdened sinner free;
Lead me to the Lamb of God;
Wash me in his precious blood.
3 Life and peace to me impart;
Seal salvation on my heart;
Breathe thyself into my breast,
Earnest of immortal rest.

4 Let me never from thee stray;
Keep me in the narrow way;
Fill my soul with joy divine;
Keep me, Lord, forever thine.

378 Holy Ghost, with light divine.
I HOLY GHOST, with light divine,
Shine upon this heart of mine;
Chase the shades of night away,
Turn my darkness into day.
2 Holy Ghost, with power divine,
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine;
Long hath sin, without control,
Held dominion o'er my soul.

3 Holy Ghost, with joy divine,
Cheer this saddened heart of mine;
Bid my many woes depart,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.
4 Holy Spirit, all divine,

Dwell within this heart of mine;
Cast down every idol-throne,
Reign supreme and reign alone.

379 Ere Another Sabbath's Close.
1 Ere another Sabbath's close,
Ere again we seek repose,
Lord! our song ascends to thee;
At thy feet we bow the knee.

2 For the mercies of the day,
For this rest upon our way,
Thanks to thee alone be given,
Lord of earth, and King of heaven'

3 Whilst this thorny path we tread, May thy love our footsteps lead, When our journey here is past, May we rest with thee at last.

4 Let these earthly Sabbaths prove Foretastes of our joys above; While their steps thy pilgrims bend To the rest which knows no end.

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Guide Me, O Thou Great.
I Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land:
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
Hold me with thy powerful hand:
Bread of heaven,

Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open now the crystal fountain,

Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar,

Lead me all my journey through:
Strong Deliverer,

Be thou still my strength and shield.
3 When I tread the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fears subside;
Bear me through the swelling current;
Land me safe on Canaan's side.
Songs of praises

I Ho! Ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

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.
3 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.

Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to all.

4 Saints and angels joined 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.

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On the Mountain's Top.

I On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred herald stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing-
Zion long in hostile lands;

Mourning captive!

God himself will loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful, All thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee,
He himself appears thy friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee,
Here their boasts and triumphs end;
Great deliverance

Zion's King will quickly send.

4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee,
All thy warfare now is past,
God, thy Saviour, shall defend thee,
Peace and joy are come at last;
All thy conflicts

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End in everlasting rest.

I May the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor,

Rest upon us from above!

2 Thus may we abide in union
With each other and the Lord;
And possess, in sweet communion,
Joys which earth cannot afford.

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2 Here I'll sit forever viewing

Mercy stream in streams of blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.

3 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie,While I see divine compassion Floating in his languid eye.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the cross I gaze;
Love I much? I'm much forgiven,-
I'm a miracle of grace.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I bathe;
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.