Some gave me up for lost;
Thus every refuge failed me,
And all my hopes were crossed.

3 At length this great Physician-
How matchless is his grace!
Accepted my petition,

And undertook my case:
Next door to death he found me,
And snatched me from the grave,

To tell to all around me,

His wondrous power to save.

4 A dying, risen Jesus,

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Seen by the eye of faith,
At once from danger frees us,
And saves the soul from death.
Come, then, to this Physician,
His help he'll freely give:
He makes no hard condition,
'Tis only-look, and live.

CHI

10, 10, 8, 10.

HILD of sin and sorrow, Fill'd with dismay, Wait not for to-morrow, Yield thee to-day; Heaven bids thee come, While yet there's

room;

Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey.

2 Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die? Come while thou canst borrow Help from on high;

Grieve not that love, Which from aboveChild of sin and sorrow-Would bring thee nigh.

HOUGH, in the outward church below,
The wheat and tares together grow,
Jesus, ere long, will weed the crop,
And pluck the tares in anger up;

For soon the reaping-time will come,
And angels shout the harvest home.

2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here?

How much they heard, now much they knew,
How long among the wheat they grew?

3 Oh, this will aggravate their case!
They perished under means of grace:
To them the word of life and faith
Became an instrument of death.

4 We seem alike, when thus we meet-
Strangers might think we all were wheat;
But, to the Lord's all-searching eyes,
Each heart appears without disguise.

5 The tares are spared for various ends-
Some for the sake of praying friends;
Others the Lord, against their will,
Employs his counsels to fulfill.

6 But though they grow so tall and strong
His plan will not require them long;
In harvest, when he saves his own,
The tares shall into hell be thrown.

7 Most awful thought! and is it so?
Must all mankind the harvest know?
Is every man a wheat or tare?
Me for that harvest, Lord, prepare!

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COME

11, 10, 11, 10.

YOME, youthful sinners, come, haste to the
Savior-

Come, ye young wand'rers, cling to his side; Kneel at his mercy-seat, sue for his favor,

Lambs of his bosom, for whom he hath died.

2 Come to his temple-gate, come in life's morn

ing

Give up your souls to the guide of your youth;

How fair is grace, the young bosom adorning! What robe so pure as the raiment of truth? 3 Can you find pleasure in pathways unholy? Hope ye for wisdom in wand'ring from God? Sorrow and shame wait the votaries of folly: Earth has no comfort not found in his blood.

4 Has he not died for you? look to Moriah! There see the tokens of sorrow and love. Lives he not now for you? Jesus the Savior Bled and ascended to crown you above.

11 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 6.
STOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you farther go!

Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo?

Once again I charge you, stop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake.

2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?

Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that dread day
When his judgment he'll proclaim,
And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?

3 Ghastly death will quickly come
To drag you to his bar;
Then to hear your awful doom
Will fill you with despair:
All your sins will round you crowd-
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?

4 Though your heart be made of steel,
Your forehead lined with brass,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass.
Sinners then in vain will call

(Though they now despise his grace), Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face.

5 But as yet there is a hope,

You may his mercy know;
Though his arm is lifted up,

He still forbears the blow.
"Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners he invites to come:
None who come shall be denied,
He says "There still is room.'

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L. M.

IFE is the time to serve the Lord, The time t' insure the great reward; And while the lamp holds out to burn The vilest sinner may return,

2 Life is the hour that God has given
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven-
The day of grace, when mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.

3 The living know that they must die;
But all the dead forgotten lie:

Their memory and their sense are gone,
Alike unknowing and unknown.

4 Their hatred and their love are lost,
Their envy buried in the dust:
They have no share in all that's done
Beneath the circuit of the sun.

5 Then, what my thoughts design to do,
My hands, with all your might pursue;
Since no device nor work is found,
Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground.
6 There are no acts of pardon pass'd
In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair
Reign in eternal silence there.

Y and list as gen'rous volunteers,

E sons of war, I pray, draw near

Become our royal brothers here-
I mean as valiant soldiers;
You'll enter into present pay,
And feasting live from day to day;
Then turn about and march away,
And Jesus will support you.

2 Ye careless sons of Adam's race,
Who long have trod in folly's ways,.
O turn about, to Zion face,