FOR MOURNERS

3 Sinners, obey the heavenly call;

Your prison- doors stand open wide; Go forth, for he hath ransomed all, For every soul of man hath died.

4" Tis his the drooping soul to raise, To rescue all by sin opprest, To clothe them with the robes of praise, And give their weary spirits rest;

5 To help their grovelling unbelief,

Beauty for ashes to confer, The oil of joy for abject grief, Triumphant joy for sad despair;

6 To make them trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord below,

To spread the honour of his grace, And on to full perfection grow.

SECTION II.

FOR MOURNERS CONVINCED OF SIN.

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INSLAVED to sense, to pleasure prone, Fond of created good,

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Father, our helplessness we own,

And trembling taste our food.

2 Trembling we taste; for, ah! no more To thee the creatures lead; Changed, they exert a baneful power, And poison while they feed.

8 Cursed for the sake of wretched man, They now engross him whole;

With pleasing force on earth detain, And sensualize his soul.

4 Grovelling on earth we still must lie, Till Christ the curse repeal;

Till Christ, descending from on high, Infected nature heal.

5 Come then, our heavenly Adam, come, Thy healing influence give,

Hallow our food, reverse our doom, And bid us eat and live!

6 The bondage of corruption break,

For this our spirits groan;

Thy only will we fain would seek, O save us from our own!

7 Turn the full stream of nature's tide; Let all our actions tend

To thee their source; thy love the guide, Thy glory be the end.

CONVINCED OF SIN.

8 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be, Sense shall point out the road, The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God.

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Revelation iii. 17.

7s& 6st

1 TRETCHED, helpless, and distrest,

WRE Ah! whither shall I fly?

Ever gasping after rest,

I cannot find it nigh: Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, Fast bound in sin and misery, Friend of sinners, let me find My help, my all, in thee!

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2 I am all unclean, unclean, Thy purity I want; My whole heart is sick of sin, And my whole head is faint; Full of putrefying sores,

Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul Looks to Jesus, help implores, And gasps to be made whole.

3 In the wilderness I stray, My foolish heart is blind, Nothing do I know; the way Of peace I cannot find: Jesu, Lord, restore my sight, And take, O take, the veil away! Turn my darkness into light, My midnight into day.

4 Naked of thine image, Lord, Forsaken, and alone, Unrenewed, and unrestored, I have not thee put on; Over me thy mantle spread, Send down thy likeness from above, Let thy goodness be displayed, And wrap me in thy love.

5 Poor, alas! thou know'st I am, And would be poorer still, See my nakedness and shame, And all my vileness feel;

No good thing in me resides, My soul is all an aching void Till thy Spirit here abides,

And I am filled with God.

6 Jesus, full of truth and grace, In thee is all I want;

Be the wanderer's resting- place, A cordial to the faint: Make me rich, for I am poor; In thee may I my Eden find; To the dying health restore, And eye- sight to the blind.

7 Clothe me with thy holiness, Thy meek humility;

Put on me my glorious dress, Endue my soul with thee;

Let thine image be restored, Thy name and nature let me prove, With thy fulness fill me, Lord, And perfect me in love.

7s& 6st.

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JESU,

ESU, friend of sinners, hear, Yet once again I pray; From my debt of sin set clear, For I have nought to pay; Speak, 0 speak, the kind release,

A poor backsliding soul restore! Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

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2 For my selfishness and pride Thou hast withdrawn thy grace, Left me long to wander wide, An outcast from thy face; But I now my sins confess, And mercy, mercy, I implore: Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

3 Though my sins as mountains rise, And swell and reach to heaven,

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