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My Jesus calls and I must go
To sound the gospel jubilee
4 Farewell young people one and all ;
While God shall grant me breath to breathe; I'll pray to the e'ernal all, That your dear souls in Christ
liveThat your dear souls prepar'd may be, To reign in bliss eternally!
5 Farewell to all below the sun ;
And as I pass in tears below,
And God will keep me as I go-
6 Farewell, farewell ! I look above ;
friend to thee I call; My joy, my crown, my only love,
My safeguard here, my heav'nly all, My theme to preach, my song to sing, My only joy till death-amen.
HYMN 3. L. M.
AIL, sov'reign love that first began,
The scheme to rescue fallen man :
2 Against the God, that built the sky,
3 Enrapt in dark Egyptian night,
HYMN 4. C. M.
A warning to sinners, to flee from the wrath to come.
THEN pity prompts me to look round
Upon this fellow clay i į
See men reject the gospel sound,
Good God! what shall I say?" 2 My bowels yearn for dying men,
Doom'd to eternal woe ;
If God does not speak too. 3 O! sinners, sinners wont you heari ·
When in God's name I come ? Upon your peril don't forbear, Lest hell should be
4 Now is the time, th' accepted hour,
O! sinners come away ;
Arise without delay.
5 O! don't refuse to give him room,',
Lest mercy should withdraw ; He'll then in robes of vengeance come“
To execute his law.
6. Then where, poor mortals, will you be
If destitute of grace, When you your injur'd judge shall see,
And stand before his face ?
7 O! could you shun that dreadful sight,
How would you wish to fly
From that all searching eye?
And you among them stand; Before the great impartial bar,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand. 9 No yearning bowels, pity then
Shall not affect my heart ; No, I shall surely say amen
When Christ bids
But lend a list’ning ear,
When wrapt in keen despair.
HYMN 5. C. M.
The sufferings of Christ. WAKE, arise, O saints and view
The load of sin and shame, Transfer'd from you an heir of hell,
Upon the lovely Lamb. 2 Å load so great it made him groan;
It must have sunk us low ; Low as the dreadful deeps of hell,
In that abyss of woe.
3 Behold the streams of sweat he sweat,
For us great drops of blood ; Blood running down from every pore,
Which rais'd a mighty flood,
From welt'ring reafs of fire,
To swell this ocean higher.
5 The racking cross on which he lay,
A painful tort'ring bed ;
On which he lean'd his head.
6 The sun his light refus’d to give, Night's sable wings unfurl'd;
! Jesus the Saviour fell asleep,
While earthquakes ruck'd the world.
7 But soon he 'rose, his nap was short,
And as a man from wine,
And made salvation mine.
: He 'rose he 'rose he burst the gates
Of death and from his throne, Beholds the glorious worlds of light,
And calls them all his own.
9 The sun with his most dazzling rays,
Must not with him compare ; His glory's one unclouded blaze,
One rolling stream most clear.
Shepherds of Jewry. A ,
S shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep,
Promiscuously seated estranged from sleep ;
3 A token I leave you whereby you may find,
This wonderous story scarce cold on the ear,