THE GOODNESS OF GOD.

3 Is crucified for me and you,

To bring us rebels back to God: Believe, believe the record true,

Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood, Pardon for all flows from his side; My Lord, my Love is crucified.

4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, And gladly catch the healing stream, All things for him account but loss,

And give up all our hearts to him; Of nothing think or speak beside, " My Lord, my Love is crucified."

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Matthew xi. 28. YOME, ye weary sinners, come, All who groan beneath your load, Jesus calls his wanderers home, Hasten to your pardoning God! Come, ye guilty spirits oppressed, Answer to the Saviour's call, " Come, and I will give you rest, Come, and I will save you all."

2 Jesus, full of truth and love, We thy kindest word obey; Faithful let thy mercies prove, Take our load of guilt away; Fain we would on thee rely,

Cast on thee our every care, To thine arms of mercy fly, Find our lasting quiet there.

3 Burdened with a world of grief, Burdened with our sinful load, Burdened with this unbelief, Burdened with the wrath of God; Lo! we come to thee for ease,

True and gracious as thou art, Now our groaning souls release, Write forgiveness on our heart.

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1 THERE shall my wondering soul begin?

A slave redeemed from death and sin, A brand plucked from eternal fire, How shall I equal triumphs raise, Or sing my great Deliverer's praise? 2 0 how shall I the goodness tell,

Father, which thou to me hast showed? That I, a child of wrath and hell,

I should be called a child of God, Should know, should feel my sins forgiven, Blest with this antepast of heaven!

3 And shall I slight my Father's love?

Or basely fear his gifts to own? Unmindful of his favours prove?

Shall I, the hallowed cross to shun, Refuse his righteousness to impart, By hiding it within my heart?

4 No! though the ancient dragon rage, And call forth all his host to war, Though earth's self- righteous sons engage, Them and their god alike I dare; Jesus, the sinner's friend, proclaim; Jesus, to sinners still the same. 5 Outcasts of men, to you I call,

Harlots, and publicans, and thieves! He spreads his arms to embrace you all; Sinners alone his grace receives; 8

No need of him the righteous have; He came the lost to seek and save.

6 Come, O my guilty brethren, come, Groaning beneath your load of sin, His bleeding heart shall make you room, His open side shall take you in; He calls you now, invites you home; Come, O my guilty brethren, come! 7 For you the purple current flowed

In pardons from his wounded side, Languished for you the eternal God, For you the Prince of glory died: Believe, and all your sin's forgiven; Only believe, and yours is heaven!

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The friend and Saviour of mankind!

Not one of all the apostate race

But may in him salvation find!

His thoughts, and words, and actions prove, His life and death,-that God is love!

2 Behold the Lamb of God, who bears The sins of all the world away!

A servant's form he meekly wears, He sojourns in a house of clay, His glory is no longer seen,

But God with God is man with men.

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3 See where the God incarnate stands,

And calls his wandering creatures home, He all day long spreads out his hands, " Come, weary souls, to Jesus come! Ye all may hide you in my breast, Believe, and I will give you rest.

4" Ah! do not of my goodness doubt; My saving grace for all is free; I will in no wise cast him out That comes a sinner unto me; I can to none myself deny, Why, sinners, will ye perish, why?"

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Jesus is come, your common Lord; Pardon ye all through him may have, May now be saved, whoever will; This man receiveth sinners still.

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1 INNERS, believe the gospel word,

2 See where the lame, the halt, the blind, The deaf, the dumb, the sick, the poor, Flock to the friend of human kind, And freely all accept their cure; To whom did he his help deny? Whom in his days of flesh pass by?

3 Did not his word the fiends expel,

The lepers cleanse, and raise the dead? Did he not all their sickness heal, And satisfy their every need? Did he reject his helpless clay, Or send them sorrowful away?

4 Nay, but his bowels yearned to see The people hungry, scattered, faint; Nay, but he uttered over thee, Jerusalem, a true complaint; Jerusalem, who shedd'st his blood, That, with his tears, for thee hath flowed