3 Haste! O sinner! to the Saviour, Seek his mercy while you may; Soon the day of grace is over; Soon your life will pass away; Haste, O sinner!—
You must perish-if you stay.
1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message, Sent in mercy from above? Every sentence-oh how tender! Every line is full of love: Listen to it—
Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the gospel, News from Zion's King proclaim, "Pardon to each rebel sinner!- Free forgiveness in his name."- How important!-
"Free forgiveness in his name!" 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor; Fearful hearts, they quell your fears; And, with news of consolation, Chase away the falling tears: Tender heralds!-
Chase away the falling tears. 4 False professors-grovelling worldlings, Callous hearers of the word, While the messengers address you, Take the warnings they afford; We entreat you-
Take the warnings they afford. 5 Who hath our report believed? Who received the joyful word? Who embraced the news of pardon, Offered to you by the Lord? Can you slight it?-
Offered to you by the Lord! 6 Oh, ye angels, hovering round us, Waiting spirits, speed your way; Haste ye to the court of heaven, Tidings bear without delay: Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
1 MY son, know thou the Lord, Thy fathers' God obey;
Seek his protecting care by night, His guardian hand by day.
2 Call, while he may be found, Oh seek him while he's near; Serve him with all thy heart and mind, And worship him with fear.
3 If thou wilt seek his face,
His ear will hear thy cry; Then shalt thou find his mercy sure, His grace forever nigh.
4 But if thou leave thy God,
Nor choose the path to heaven; Then shalt thou perish in thy sins, And never be forgiven.
1 SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake-and o'er thy folly weep; Raise thy spirit, dark and dead, Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep-arise from death- See the bright and living path: Watchful tread that path-be wise, Leave thy folly-seek the skies.
3 Leave thy folly-cease from crime, From this hour redeem thy time;' Life secure, without delay, Evil is thy mortal day.
4 Oh! then, rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake! and o'er thy folly weep; Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed his light.
1 HASTE, O sinner-now be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Wisdom, if you still despise, Harder is it to be won.
2 Haste-and mercy now implore; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Haste, O sinner-now return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Haste, O sinner-now be blest; Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun.
The Gospel Trumpet.
1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill th' immortal mind,-
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die-
Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day;-- Lord-we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.
S. M. St. Thomas. Paddington.
1 YE trembling captives, hear! The gospel trumpet sounds: No music more can charm the ear, Or heal your heart-felt wounds.
2 'Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar; Salvation's news it spreads afar, And vengeance is no more. 3 Forgiveness, love, and peace, Glad heaven aloud proclaims; And earth the Jubilee's release, With eager rapture, claims. 4 Far, far to distant lands
The saving news shall spread; And Jesus all his willing bands, In glorious triumph lead.
་་ 1 HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds, Through earth and heaven the echo bounds; Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood! Sinners are reconciled to God, By grace divine!
2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news, Nor longer dare the grace refuse; Mercy and justice here combine, Goodness and truth harmonious join, T' invite you near.
f! 3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre; Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire; Let both the Saviour's love proclaim- Forever worthy is the Lamb Of endless praise.
Christ's Invitation to Sinners.
mp 1"COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy laden sinners, come; I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest, who learn of me: I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like the sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
mp 3 Blest is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to the neck,
My grace shall make the burden light."
mf 4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
1 FROM the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear!- "Love's redeeming work is done- Come and welcome, sinner, come! 2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne, Why beneath thy burdens groan? On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid- Bow the knee, and kiss the Son- Come and welcome, sinner, come! 3 Spread for thee, the festal board See with richest dainties stored; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Yet again a child confessed, Never from his house to roam; Come and welcome, sinner, come.
4 Soon the days of life shall end- Lo, I come-your Saviour, Friend! Safe your spirits to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home—
Come and welcome, sinner, come !"
1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear Attend the heavenly sound; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear; Hope smiles reviving round.
2: For every thirsty, longing heart, Here, streams of bounty flow; And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal wo.
3 Ye sinners, come 'tis mercy's voice; That gracious voice cbey;
'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys-- And can you yet delay?
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