M ILBOURN Port T UNE .

The voice of sovereign mercy sounds
The call of grace from heav'n;
The precious name of Christ resounds,
That sins may be forgiv'n.

The glorious gospel standard waves
On invitation's gale,
Proclaiming, " Jesus freely saves —
" Nor can his promise fail."

His countenance with beams of love
And rays of mercy shine;
His bowels with compassion move,
His ear to pray'r inclines.

O, then be wise, and seek his face
While pardon may be found;
That you may sing of sovereign grace
On glory's sacred ground.

Sinners, behold the LOWLY M AN !
Behold the GLORIOUS G OD :
Look to the Lamb for sinners slain,
And prove his precious blood.

Ye saints, your loud hosannas raise
To his exalted name;
And crown him with immortal praise,
For worthy is the Lanb.