277. C. M. Doddridge. All Things Ready. 1 The King of heaven his table spreads, And dainties crown the board: Not Paradise, with all its joys, Could such delight afford. 2 Ye hungry poor, that long have strayed In sin's dark mazes, come; Come from your most obscure retreats And grace shall find you room. 3 Millions of souls, in glory now, Were fed and feasted here; And millions more, still on the way, Around the board appear. 4 Yet are his house and heart so large, That millions more may come; Nor could the whole assembled world O'erfill the spacious room. 278. S. M. Pratt's Coll. Coming to Christ. 1 Ye sons of earth, arise, Ye creatures of a day; Redeem the time--be bold--be wise, And cast your bonds away. 2 The year of gospel grace With us rejoice to see, And thankfully in Christ embrace Your proffered liberty. 3 Blest Saviour, Lord of all, God help us to receive; Obedient to thy gracious call, O, bid us turn and live. 279. S. M. E. Turner. Saviour's Voice. 1 Hear what a Saviour's voice, To sinners, does proclaim; O, all ye ransomed souls, rejoice In your Redeemer's name. 2 Where sin and death have reigned, And all their power employed, There are his love and light maintained, And heavenly truth enjoyed. 3 The needy, starving poor Are filled with living bread; The opening of the prison door Proclaims the captive freed. 4 The thirsty, panting soul, That longs for springs of grace, Beholds celestial waters roll, And floods of righteousness. 5 My God, my Saviour too, I would thy love proclaim, Partake of what is brought to view, And sing thy glorious name. 280. S. M. Watts. Power of the Gospel. 1 Behold, the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just! Forever sure thy promise, Lord, And we securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions given! O, may we never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. 281. L. M. Anonymous. Gospel Invitation. 1 Come to the living waters, come! Gladly obey your Maker's call:-- Return, ye weary wand'rers, home, And find his grace is free for all. 2 See from the rock a fountain rise; For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye weary, heavy-laden souls.