To the Savior's gentle call!

2 By his Spirit he is wooing,
Softly drawing us to him,
Thro' the day and night pursuing,
With his gentle voice to win.

3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking
To the wand'ring, erring ones;
List! the voice the stillness breaking!
Hear the sweet and solemn tones!

4 In his providential dealings,
Even in his stern decrees,
In the loudest thunders pealing,
Or the murm'ring of the breeze.

W. S. Marshall.

238 I Do Believe. C.M.

_Unwearied Earnestness._ (491)

Father, I stretch my hand to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?

Cho.--I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me;
And thro' his blood, his precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.

2 What did thine only Son endure.
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!

3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou would'st relieve,
In this accepted hour.

4 Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
Oh, let me now receive that gift--
My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
Oh, speak, and I shall live,
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace.

Charles Wesley

239 I Do Believe. C.M.

_The Friend of Sinners._ (485)

Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend;
As such I look to thee;
Now, in the fullness of thy love,
O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,--
Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,
But thy salvation's free;
Then, in thine all abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._

240 Brown. C.M.

_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482)

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,