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YE weary wanderers draw near,

That know no folid peace or reft, Lay by each doubt and anxious fear, And lean upon your Saviour's breaft: All's ftolen fruit that can be found To chear the foul on nature's ground. 2 Come, for the gospel bids you come: JESUS for finners bled and dy'd; The facred word reports there's room, The Lamb he woos you for his bride; Your fouls fhall find a refting-place In th' arms of everlasting grace.

3 The day of finall things don't defpife; By poverty increase your ftore; The happy foul that's truly wife, Can richer grow by being poor: To melt in love, to fink in fhame, This be my wifh, be that my flame. 4 Give me a fympathizing foul, i

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To bear thy fuff'rings on my heart,
Thy pain and agonizing toil,
-Nor let me from this vifion part;
Then fhall I heartily rejoice,
And raise to thee my grateful voice.

All earthly objects now give way,
Nature and creature both refign;

On thee by faith myself I'll stay,

And tafte the pow'r of love divine; Redemption in thy blood is found, My anchor's caft on facred ground.

HYMN 7.

AT THE OPENING OF WORSHIP.

NOW may the Spirit's holy fire,
Defcending from above,

His waiting family infpire

With joy, and peace, and love!

2 Thee we the Comforter confefs;
Unless thou'rt present here,
Our fongs of praise are vain addrefs,
Wę utter heartless pray'r.

2 'Wake, heav'nly Wind, arife, and come, Blow on the drooping field;

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Our spices then fhall breathe perfume,
And fragrant incenfe yield.

Touch with a living coal the lip
That fhall proclaim thy word;
And bid each awful hearer keep
Attention to the LORD.

Haften the reftitution-day,

Which now corruption fhrouds;

y New heav'ns and new earth difplay, With JESUS in the clouds.

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HYMN 8.

ANOTHER.

INCE more we come before our God,
Once more his bleffing afk;

O may not duty feem a load,
Nor worship prove a task!

2 Father, thy quick'ning Spirit fend
From heav'n in Jesu's name,
To make our waiting minds attend,
And put our fouls in frame.

3 May we receive the word we hear,,
Each in an honest heart;

Hoard up the precious treasure there,
And never with it part.

4 To feek thee all our hearts difpofe;:
To each thy blessing suit;
And let the feed thy fervant fows
Produce a plenteous fruit.

5 Bid the refreshing north-wind 'wake;
Say to the fouth-wind, blow;

Let ev'ry plant the pow'r partake,..
And all the garden grow.

6 Revive the parch'd with heav'nly show'rs, The cold with warmth divine;

And as the benefit is ours,

Be all the glory thine.

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ANOTHER.

ICOME, ye finners, come to JESUS,
Think upon your gracious LORD;
He has pity'd your condition,
He has fent his gofpel-word.
Mercy calls you,

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Mercy flows on JESU's blood.

Dearest Saviour, help thy fervant
To proclaim thy wond'rous love;
Pour thy grace upon this people,
That thy truth they may approve;
Blefs, O blefs them

From thy fhining courts above.

Now thy gracious word invites them
To partake the gospel-feaft;

Let thy Spirit fweetly draw them,
Ev'ry foul be JESU's gueft.

O receive us,

Let us find thy promis'd reft.

HYMN IO.

ANOTHER.

LORD, we come before thee now,
At thy feet we humbly bow:

O do not our fuit difdain,

Shall we feek thee, LORD, in vain?

2 LORD, on thee our fouls depend,
In compaffion now descend:
Fill our hearts with thy rich, grace,
Tune our lips to fing thy praise.

3. In thine own appointed way,
Now we feek thee, here we ftay;
LORD, we know not how to go,
Till a bleffing thou bestow.

4 Send fome meffage from thy word,
That may joy and peace afford;
Let thy Spirit now impart

Full falvation to each heart..

5 Comfort those who weep and mourn,, Let the time of joy return;

Thofe that are caft down, lift up; Make them ftrong in faith and hope! 6 Grant that all may feek, and find Thee a gracious GoD and kind; Heal the fick, the captive free :: Let us all rejoice in thee!

HYMN 11.
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THE SAME.

WE magnify thy grace, O LORD;
How plent❜oufly halt thou prepar'd
A fupper for thy faints!

All things are ready, thou haft faid,
A table thou haft richly spread,
To answer all our wants.

2 Now, LORD, allure our fouls to thee; O kindly bid us come and fee,

And tafte how good thou art; Knock with the hammer of thy word, Knock by thy pow'rful Spirit, LoRD LORD, break into each heart!.