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.
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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."
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,
And never be forgiven.
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-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.
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,
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;-
Lord-we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
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
The saving news shall spread;
And Jesus all his willing bands,
In glorious triumph lead.
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
Christ's Invitation to Sinners.
"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 beat 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.
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!"
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 obey;
Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys→→
And can you yet delay?
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