My Jesus calls and I must go

To sound the gospel jubilee
To sound the joys, and bear the news,
To Gentile worlds and royal Jews.

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

may

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,
The path is strait my feet shall run;

And God will keep me as I go-
And God will keep me in his hand,
And bring me to the promis'd land.

Jesus my

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.

The Hiding-place.

AIL, sov'reign love that first began,

The scheme to rescue fallen man :
Hail, matchless, free, eteina) grace,
That gave my soul a hidins-place!

2 Against the God, that built the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high :
Despis'd the mansions of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.

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3 Enrapt in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness more than light;
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding-place!
4. But lo! th' eternal council rang,
Almighty love arrest the man ;
I felt the arrows of distress,
And found I had no hiding-place.
5 Vindictive justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fi'ry mount I flew ;
But justice cri’d with frowning face,
This mountain is no hiding-place!
6 But lo! a heav'nly voice I heard,
And mercy's angel soon appear'd;
He led me on a pleasing race,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding-place.
7 Should sev’o fold storms of vengeance roll,
And shake the globe from pole to pole ;
No thunder-bolts should daunt my face,
For Jesus is my hiding-place.
8 On him Almighty vengeance fell,
Which must have sunk a world to hell :
He bore it for his chosen race,
And thus become their hiding-place.
9 A few more rolling suns at most,
Shall land me on fair Canaan's coast ;
Where I shall sing the song of grace,
And see my glorious hiding-place!

HYMN 4. C. M.

A warning to sinners, to flee from the wrath to come.

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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 ;
Fain would I speak, but 'tis in vain,

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

your

doom.

4 Now is the time, th' accepted hour,

O! sinners come away ;
The Saviour's knocking at your door,

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
To the dark shades of endless night,

From that all searching eye?
8 But death and hell must all appear,

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

you depart.
10 Let not these warnings be in vain,

But lend a list’ning ear,
Lest you should meet them all again,

When wrapt in keen despair.

HYMN 5. C. M.

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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.

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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,
4 A flood to float our souls away,

From welt'ring reafs of fire,
The pointed steel did reach his heart,

To swell this ocean higher.

5 The racking cross on which he lay,

A painful tort'ring bed ;
A thorny pillow was prepar’d,

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,
He shouted with a mighty voice,

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.

HYMN 6.

Shepherds of Jewry. A ,

S shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep,

Promiscuously seated estranged from sleep ;
An angel from heaven presenting to view,
And thus he accosted the trembling few;
Dispel all your sorrows and banish your fears,
For Jesus your Saviour in Jewry appears.
2 Tho' Adam the first in rebellion was found,
Forbidden to tarry on hallowed ground ;
Yet Adam the second appears to retrieve,
The loss you sustained by the devil and Eve;
Then shepherds be tranquil, this instan: arise,
Go visit the Saviour and see where he lies.

3 A token I leave you whereby you may find,
This heavenly stranger, this friend to mankind ;
A manger his cradle, a stall his abode,
And oxerare near him to blow on your

God;
Then shepherds be humble, be meek and lie low,
For Jesus your Saviour's abundantly so.

This wonderous story scarce cold on the ear,