73 COME P. M. NOME let us anew our journey pursue, And never stand still, till our master appear, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 2 Our life as a dream, our time as a stream, Glides swiftly away; And the fugitive moment refuses to stay; Rushes on to our view, and eternity's here. SO that each in the day of his coming may say I have fought my way through I have finished the work thou didst give me to do! O that each from his Lord, may receive the glad word, Well and faithfully done! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne. How happy every child of grace, This earth, he cries, is not my place, A country far from mortal sight,— The land of rest, the saint's delight, 2 O what a blessed hope is ours! We more than taste the heavenly powers, We feel the resurrection near, Our life in Christ concealed, Our earthen vessels filled. SO, would he more of heaven bestow, CWeak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, He is willing, doubt no more. Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requireth 'Tis the spirit's glimm'ring beam. Sinners, Jesus came to call. 5 Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your Maker prostrate lies! Sinners, will not this suffice? Can do helpless sinners good. Sinners here may do the same. 76 W P. M. HY sleep we, my brethren? come 1 us arise, O, why should we slumber in sight of the prize? Salvation is nearer, our days are far spent, 2 0, how can we slumber! the Master is come, And calling on sinners to seek them a home; The Spirit and Bride now in concert unite, The weary they welcome, the careless invite. 3 0, how can we slumber! our foes are awake; To ruin poor souls, every effort they make, To accomplish their object, no means are untried,. The careless they comfort, the wakeful mis guide. 4 O, how can we slumber! when so much was done, To purchase Salvation, by Jesus, the Son! Now mercy is proffer'd, and justice display'd, Now God can be honored and sinners be saved. 5 0, how can we slumber! when death is so near, And sinners are sinking to endless despair; Now prayers may avail, and they gain the high prize, Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes. 60, how can ye slumber! ye sinners look round, Before the last trumpet your hearts shall confound; O, fly to the Savior, he calls you to-day; They bloom for a season, but soon they decay. But pleasures more lasting in Jesus are given, Salvation on earth, and a mansion in heaven. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, The saints in those mansions are ever at 2 Allure me no longer, ye false glowing charins! O Jesus, conduct me to heaven, tny home. 3 Farewell vain amusements, my follies adieu, While Jesus and heaven and glory I view; I feast on the pleasures that flow from his throne, The foretaste of heaven, sweet heaven my home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, O when shall I share the fruition of home? 4 The days of my exile are passing away, The time is approaching, when Jesus will say, "Well done, faithful servant, sit down on my throne, And dwell in my presence forever at home." Home, home, sweet, sweet home, O there I shall rest with the Savior at home. |