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2„Call them in“'—the Jew, the Gentile; 3„Call them in''—the broken-hearted
Bid the stranger to the feast; Cowering'neath the brand of shame, Call them in“—therich, the noble, Speak love's meéssage low and tender, From the highest to the least. Twas for sinners Jesus came. Forth the Father runs to meet them, See the shadows lengthen round us, He hath all their sorrows seen, Soon the day-dawn will begin, Robe, and ring, and royal sandals, Can you leave them lost and Lonely 7 Wait the lost onées— call them in.“ Christ is coming— call them in.“ 27½2. 8.7. ALE EOVEERCELLINE. C. WESLEX. 1 LOVE Divine, all love exeelling, 2 Finish, then, Thy new oreation, Joyof heaven, to earth come down! Pure and spotless may we be; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, Let us see our whole Salvation All Thy faithful mereies erown, Perfectly secured by Thee. Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Changed from glory into glory, Pure unbounded love Thou art; Till in heaven wé take our place; Visit us with Thy salvation, Till we cast our erowns beforè Thee Enter every longing heart. Lost in wonder, love and praise. 27888.7. BEARING THIE CROSS. H. F. Lyrz. 1 JESUS, Lmy cross have taken, 2 Let the world despise and leave me, AIl to leave and follow Thee; They have left my Saviour too; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Human heéarts and looks deceive me, Thou from hence my all shalt be. Thou art not, like them, untrue; Perish every fond ambition, And wöhilst thou shalt smile upon me, All Pve sought, or hoped, or Knovn; God of wisdom, Iove, and might, Vet how rich is my condition, Foes may hate, and friends disoπn me: God and heaven are all my own! Show thy face, and all is bright.
Hymns on this page to Tune 271. See also 21, 24, 31, 53, 77, 108, 150.