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8. M.

Momington. Miletou.
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 chocse the path to heaven;

Then shalt thou perish in thy sins,
Len And never be forgiven.
236

Norwich. Edyfield
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-Le wise,
Leave thy folly-geek 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.

Norwich Edy feldo 237

Danger of Delay.
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 nut 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.

C. M.

Medford. Judou. 238

The Gospel Trumpet.
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 ;-
mp Lord--we are coine to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away. 239

S. M.

St. Thomas. Paddington.
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

Thé saving news shall spread ;
And Jesus all his willing bands,

In glorious triumph lead. 240

83 & 4. Leyden. Pomfret.
HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,
Through earth and heaven the echo hounds;
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.
L. M.

Slade. Waterville, 241

Christ's Invitation to Sinners. mp

“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; 1 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.”

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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. 242

7s.

Rutland. Adullum.
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, coine !
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 !" 243

C. M. Baldwin. Howard's.
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 lise, and health, and bliss impart,

To banish mortal wo.
3 Ye sinners, come-'tis mercy's voice;

That gracious voice obey;
Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys

And can you yet delay?

Af 4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,

And drink and never die. 244

Benson, Aloen.
COME! said Jesus' sacred vpice,
Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your home-
Weary pilgrims! hither come.
2 Hither come--for here is found
Balm for every bleeding wound,
Peace, which ever shall endure
Rest, eternal-sacred-sure !

C. M. Eastport. Dedham. 245 Invitation to the Heavy-laden.

ALL ye, who feel distressed for sin,

And fear eternal wo,
You Christ invites to enter in

This hour to Jesus go!
2 He, by his own almighty word,

Will all your fears remove;
For every wound his precious blood

A sovereign balm shall prove.
mfi3 His conquering grace shall set you free

From sin's oppressive chains,
From Satan's hateful tyranny,

And everlasting pains.
Af 4 Come then, ye heavy-laden-come!

His instant help implore :
> Millions have found a peaceful home-
mf There's room for millions more.
246

L. M. Wakefield. Danvers,
COME, weary souls, with sin oppressed,
Oh come! accept the promised rest :
The Saviour's gracions call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppressed with guilt—a painful load,
Oh come, and bow before your God!
Divine compassion, mighty love,
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your

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