He calls in love-he sees your need—
He bids you come to-day.
5 To-day the prize is won,
The promise is to save;
Then, Ŏ be wise!-to-morrow's sun
May shine upon your grave.
171. C. P. M.
Grace conquering.
1 LORD! thou hast won-at length I yield.
My heart, by mighty grace compell'd,
Surrenders all to thee.
Against thy terrors long I strove;
But who can stand against thy love?
Love conquers even me.
2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash, to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been;
But mercy has my heart subdued-
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,
And now I hate my sin.
3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free:
Released from Satan's hard command,
See, all my powers in waiting stand
To be employ'd by thee.
The noblest resolution. Josh. xxiv. 15.
1 MAY I resolve, with all my heart,
With all my pow'rs, to serve the Lord;
Nor from his precepts e'er depart
Whose service is a rich reward.
2 O, be his service all my joy!
Around let my example shine,
Till others love the blest employ,
And join in labors so divine.
3 Be this the purpose of my soul,
My solemn, my determin'd, choice,
To yield to his supreme control,
And in his kind commands rejoice.
4 O, may I never faint, nor tire,
Nor, wand'ring, leave his sacred ways.
Great God! accept my soul's desire,
And give me strength to live thy praise.
A young convert falling into darkness.
1 WHEN converts first begin to sing,
Their happy souls are on the wing;-
Their theme is all redeeming love;
Fain would they be with Christ above.
2 With admiration they behold
The love of Christ, that can't be told;
They view themselves upon the shore,
And think the battle all is o'er.
3 They wonder why old saints don't sing,
And make the heav'nly arches ring-
Ring with melodious, joyful sound,
Because a prodigal is found.
4 But 'tis not long before they feel
Their feeble souls begin to reel :
They think their former hopes are vain,
For they are bound in Satan's chain.
5 0, foolish child, why didst thou boast,
In the enlargement of thy coast?
Why didst thou think to fly away
Before thou leav'st this feeble clay?
6 Come, take up arms, and face the field;
Come, gird on harness, sword, and shield;
Stand fast in faith-fight for your king-
And soon the vict'ry you shall win.
174. L. M.
The voice of mercy.
I I HEAR a voice that comes from far.
From Calvary it sounds abroad.
It soothes my soul, and calms my fear;
It speaks of pardon bought with blood.
2 And is it true, that many fly
The sound that bids my soul rejoice?
And rather choose in sin to die
Than turn an ear to mercy's voice? 3 Alas, for those!-the day is near
When mercy will be heard no more.
Then will they ask in vain to hear
The voice they would not hear before.
4 With such, I own, I once appear'd;
But now I know how great their loss!
For sweeter sounds were never heard
Than mercy utters from the cross.
5 But let me not forget to own,
That, if I differ aught from those,
"Tis due to sov'reign grace alone,
That oft selects its proudest foes.
175. c. M.
Herein is love. 1 John iv. 10.
1 YE saints, assist me in my song—
Let all your passions move;
To Jesus all the notes belong-
I sing redeeming love.
2 Opposing spirits 'gainst his cross
Their force united prove;
But quit the field, with mighty loss,
Crush'd by redeeming love.
3 Around the circle of his friends
His tender passions move;
And while he liv'd his constant theme
Was still redeeming love.
4 Gently he rais'd his sacred hands
Before his last remove,
And the last whispers of his tongue
Sigh'd forth redeeming love.
5 Through life's wide waste, with weary feet,
In darkness I may rove;
But never can my heart forget
Redeeming, dying love.
6 O, that before his sacred throne
I all its sweets may prove :
Still, as my pleasures rise, my song
Shall be redeeming love.
176. 8. 7. 4. Westborough.
1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer!
Welcome to this heart of mine.
Lord! I make a full surrender-
Every power and thought be thine.
Thine entirely-
Through eternal ages thine.
2 Known to all to be thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession
When they find the Lord is near.
Shout, O Zion!-
Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!
177. L. M. Rockingham.
1 FAR from the fold, O God, my feet Once mov'd in error's devious maze, Nor found religious duties sweet,
Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways.
2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve, And gently drew my soul to thee
With cords of sweet, eternal love.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless, worm, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all.
4 Dearer, far dearer, to my heart
Than all the joys that earth can give,
From fame, from wealth, from friends, I'd
Beneath thy countenance to live.
5 And when, in smiling friendship drest,
Death bids me quit this mortal frame,
Gently reclin❜d on Jesus' breast,
My latest breath shall bless his name.
6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise,
And soar above yon starry spheres-
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