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Hebron. Slade, 258 The River of Life.
GREAT Source of heing and of love!
Thou waterest all the worlds above;
And all the joys which mortals know,
From thine exhaustless fountain flow.
2 A sacred spring, at thy command,
From Sion's mount, in Canaan's land,
Beside thy temple cleaves the ground,
And pours its limpid stream around.
3 This gentle stream, with sudden force,
Swells to a river in its course;
Through desert realms its windings play,
And scatter blessings all the way.
4 Close by its banks, in order fair,
The blooming trees of life appear;
Their blossoms fragrant odors give,
And on their fruit the nations live.
5 Flow, wondrous stream! with glory crowned,
Flow on to earth's remotest bound;
And bear us, on thy gentle wave-
To him who all thy virtues gave.
S. M. Southfield. Miletus. 259
Now the accepted T'ime.
NOW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace ;
Now, sinners, come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is th' accepted time,
The gospel bids you come ;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room. mp4 Lord, draw reluctant souls,
And feast them with thy love:
Then will the angels swiftly fly
To bear the news above. 260
8. M. Little Marlboro'. Dunbar. ALL yesterday is gone!
To-morrow's not our own;
O sinner, come, without delay,
To bow before the throne !
2 Oh hear his voice to-day,
And harden not your heart:
To-morrow, with a frown, he may
Pronounce the word-depart.
C. M. Rochester, Dodhara, 261
Pardon and Sanctification offered.
IN vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind;
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
2 But God can every want supply,
And fill our hearts with peace :
He gives by covenant, and by oath,
The riches of his grace.
3 Come—and he'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains
In that dear fountain which his Son
Poured from his dying veins.
4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law :
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.
5 Thus will he pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise;
We, the dear people of his love,
And he, our God of grace.
Mear. Yok 262
God's gracious Call to Sinners.
LET us adore the grace that seeks
To draw our hearts above :
For, lo! the great Jehovah speaks,
And every word is love.
2 Lord, help us now to seek thy face,
By Christ the living way;
And praise thee for this hour of grace
Through an eternal day! 263
RETURN, O wanderer-now return!
And seek thy Father's face!
Those new desires, which in theo burn,
Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer-now return!
He hears thy humble sigh :
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigti.
3 Return, wanderer-now return !
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Go to his feet-and grateful learn
How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer-now return !
And wipe the falling tear:
Thy father calls—no longer mourn!
"Tis love invites thee near. 264
L. M. Uxbridge. Duke Street
THUS saith the wisdom of the Lord,
Blessed is the man that hears my word ;
Keeps daily watch before my gates,
And at my feet for mercy waits.
2 The soul that seeks me shall obtain
Immortal wealth, and heavenly gain;
Immortal life is his reward,
Life, and the favor of the Lord.
Turin. 265 Sinners urged to accept the Invitation.
YE, who in his courts are found,
Listening to the joyful sound,
Lost and helpless as ye are,
Sons of sorrow, sin, and care,
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes,
View this bleeding sacrifice;
See, in him, your sins forgiven,
Pardon, holiness, and heaven:
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
Norwich. Alaen, 266
SINNERS, tum-why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why:
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live.
2 Sinpers, turn-why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why: .
He who did your souls retrieve,
He who died, that ye might live.
3 Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why-ye ransomed sinners-why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
4 Sinners, turn-why will ye die
God, the Spirit, asks you why:
He who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love ;
5 Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Oh! ye dying sinners, why-
Why will ye forever die? 267
SINNER, oh why so thoughtless grown?
Why in such dreadful haste to die?
Daring to leap to worlds unknown!
Heedless against thy God to fly!
2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urged on by sin's delusive dreams?
Madly attempt th' infernal gate,
And force thy passage to the flames ?
3 Stay, sinner, on the gospel plains ;
And hear the Lord of life unfold
The glories of his dying pains !
Forever telling, yet untold !
CONVICTION AND CONFESSION.
C. M. Grafton. Medfeld. 268
Conviction by the Law.
LORD, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.
2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;
But since the precept came
With such convincing power and light,
I find bow vile I am.
3 My guilt appeared but small before,
Till I with terror saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure
Is thine eternal law.
4 Then felt my soul the heavy load-
My sins revived again;
I had provoked a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were slain.
5 My God! I cry with every breath,
Exert thy power to save,
Oh! break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeemn the slave. 269
S, M, Olmutz. Little Marlboro'.
MY former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.
2 Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.
3 When I review my ways,
I dread impending dooin;
But sure a friendly whisper says,
“ Flee from the wrath to come.”
4 I see-or think I see,
A glimmering from afar; mf A beam of day, that shines for me,
To save me from despair.
5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the pilgrim's way ;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.
L. M. Medway. Middlebury 270
AMID displays of wrath and love,
What stubborn creatures, Lord, are we!
No relish for the joys of heaven,
No dread of endless misery.
2 With what a base contempt we treat
Thy threatenings and thy promises !
Duty neglect--and mercy slight,
Nor fear to sin-nor seek to please.