153. 11's. Altered. Sinners warned, and invited. The gospel of Jesus invites you to-day; Wait not till to-morrow before you begin. And why by the tempter be farther ensnar'd ? Say not, I to-morrow will hear thee again. 3 Of all hell's devices poor souls to decoy, "Tis procrastination the most doth destroy ; Now, now is the season, then no longer wait, Tomorrow, poor sinner, it may be too late. 4 Dear mourners, don't linger-obey the sweet voice Of Jesus, and in him believe and rejoice, 154. 8. 7. 4. Hart. , He is able, Nor of fitness fondly dream; This he gives you; Bruis'd and mangled by the fall; Not the righteous, 4 Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your Maker prostrate lies ; It is finish'd ! Pleads the merit of his blood; None but Jesus Sing the praises of the Lamb! Hallelujah! 155. 8. 7. 4. Parkinson. God is able and willing. C Jesus able is to favour; He is able, he is able, Meet for prayer, he's in the midst ; He is able, he is able, Soon he'll make our sorrows cease. 3 By him stars and spheres were framed, Light and darkness Jesus made; He is able, he is able, 4 Well, my friends, since Christ is able, Of his will we dare not doubt, Sure he never, sure he never, Spilt his precious blood for naught. 5 Let us love, adore, and praise him, As the Lord our righteousness, - Till in heaven, till in heaven 156. 8's. Miss Harrison. Doubts dispersed. ; my heart was drawn above, When first I saw my Saviour's face, And triumph'd in his pard’ning grace. 2 Pursue, my thoughts, this pleasing theme, "Twas not a fancy, nor a dream; And Jesus sweetly calm'd my fears: 3 He cleans'd my soul, he chang’d my dress, And cloth'd me with his righteousness; 4 The world, with all its pomp, withdrew, 'Twas less than nothing in my view; And leave her tenement of clay. and sung in joyful strains, I saw, 157. 8's. Rippon's Selection Trust' amid darkness, Hab. iii. 17, 18. A WAY, my unbelieving fear! Let fear in me no more take place; My Saviour doth not yet appear, He hides the brightness of his face; And basely to the tempter yield ? I never will give up my shield. 2 Although the vine its fruit deny, Although the olive yield no oil, The with ring fig-tree droop and die, The fields elude the tiller's toilThe empty stall no herd afford, — And perish all the bleating race; Yet, will I triumph in the Lord The God of my salvation praise ! 3 Away, my unbelieving fear! Let fear to cheering hope give place; My Saviour will at length appear, And show the brightness of his face : Though now my prospects all be cross'd, My blooming hopes cut off I see, Still will I in my Jesus trust, Whose boundless love can reach to me. 4 In hope, believing against hope, His promis'd mercy will I claim; His gracious word shall bear me up, To seek salvation in his name; Soon, my dear Saviour, bring it nigh ! My soul shall then outstrip the wind, On wings of love mount up on high, And leave the world and sin behind. 158. 8. 7. Young soldiers in the spiritual war encouraged. DARK and thomy is the desert, Through which pilgrims make their way; But beyond this vale of sorrow, Lie the realms of endless day. At the troubles of the way; Never faint, but often pray. He that bids the planets roll; He that rides upon the tempest, And whose sceptre sways the whole Jesus, Jesus will defend you ; Trust in him, and him alone; He has shed his blood to save you, And will bring you to his throne ;3 There on flowery fields of pleasure, And the hills of endless rest, Reign and triumph in your breast : Fly across the heavenly plain; U |