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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. 234

Greenville. Greece 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.

S. M.



Mornington. Miletus, 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. 236

Norwich. Edyflold. 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.



Norwich. Edyfield. 237

Danger of Delay.
1 HASTE, O sinner-now be wise ;

Stay not tor the morrow's sun:
Wisdom, if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won.

Medford. Judea.

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.

C. M. 238

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 coine to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away. 239

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.

S. M.

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. 240

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Leyden. Pomfret. 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.
FI! 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 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."

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m 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

Rutland. Adullum 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 !" 243

Baldwin. Howard's. 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, cometis mercy's voice;

That gracious voice cbey;
'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys-

And can you yet delay?

C. M.

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