3 I've listed, and I mean to fight,
Till all my foes are put to flight;
And when the vict'ry I have won,
I'll give the praise to God alone.

4 Come, Christian heroes, go with me;
Come, face the foe, and never flee;
The heavenly battle is begun,

Come, take the field and wear the crown.

5 With 'listing orders I am come;

Come rich, come poor, come old, come young; Here's bounteous mercy Christ has given, And glorious crowns laid up in heaven.

6 Our General he is gone before,

And you may draw on grace's store;
But if you will not 'list and fight,
You'll sink into eternal night.

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8, 7.

NOME, poor sinners, Christ invites you,
To partake his offer'd grace;

Let his gospel now constrain you,
Leave your sins, and seek his grace.
While the gospel trumpet's sounding,
Every land and nation hear,
All that sin the tyrant's wounded-
Now's the time for to prepare.

2 But you still reject the offer;

Jesus calls, you will not hear-
Riches, glory, life, he proffers,
But you will not lend your ear.
Soon you'll hear the trumpet sounding,
Saying, time shall be no more:
Then you'll hear and be confounded,
And in vain God's help implore.

8 Arise, arise, and come to judgment,
All ye nations under ground;
Sinners, you must hear the trumpet,
And from all your graves rebound.
All the world, both dead and living,
All must come to hear their doom-
Some a howling, some a shouting,
As they do to judgment come.

4 Hear the sentence, Go, ye cursed,
Away to vonder burning lake;
When I called, you refused,

You would not my counsel take!
Wives and husbands then be parted,
Some to heaven and some to hell!
Parents, children, servants, masters,
Then must take their last farewell.

5 But come, ye saints of every nation,
Joyfully the cross you bore;
You have come thro' tribulation,
All your sufferings now are o'er.
Come and bathe in seas of pleasure,
Crowns of glory I will give;
You did here lay up your treasure,
While a pilgrim you did live.

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C. M.

RISE and shine, O Zion fair!
Behold thy light is come!

Thy glorious conqu'ring King is near,
To take his exiles home.

The trumpet's sounding through the sky,

To set poor captives free;

The day of wonder now is nigh,

The year of jubilee.

2 Ye heralds, blow your trumpets loud,
The earth must know her doom;
Go, spread the news from pole to pole,
Behold the Judge is come!

Blow out the sun, burn up the earth!
Consume the rolling flood!
While every star shall disappear,
Go turn the moon to blood!

3 The glorious news of gospel grace
To sinners now is o'er;
The trump in Zion now is still,
And to be heard no more.

The watchmen all have left their walls,
And, with their flocks above,

On Canaan's peaceful shore they sing,
And shout redeeming love!

E sons of the main, ye that sail o'er the

Y flood,

Whose sins, big as mountains, have reach'd up to God,

Remember thy short voyage of life soon will end,

Then come, brother sailor, make Jesus your friend.

2 Look astern on your life, see your wake mark'd with sin;

Look ahead-see what torments you'll soon founder in!

The hard rocks of death will soon beat out your keel,

Then your vessel and cargo will all sink to hell.

Lav by your old compass, 'twill do you no good,

It ne'er will direct you the right way to God; Mind your helm, brother sailor, and don't fall asleep,

Watch and pray, night and day, lest you sink in the deep.

4 Spring your luff, brother sailor, the breeze now is fair;

Trim your sails to the wind, and those tor ments you'll clear;

Thy leading star, Jesus, keep full in your view,

You'll weather the danger, he'll guide you safe through.

5 Renounce your old captain, the devil, straightway,

The crew that you sail with will lead you astray.

Desert their black colors, come under the red, Where Jesus is captain, to conquest be led.

6 His standard's unfurl'd, see it wave through the air,

And volunteers coming from far off and near Now's the time, brother sailor, no longer delay, Embark now with Jesus, good wages he'll pay.

7 The bounty he'll give, when the voyage begins,

Is justification and freedom from sin;

Good usage he'll give while you sail on the

wav,

And shortly you'll anchor in heaven's broad

bay.

8 In the harbor of glory for ever you'll ride, Free from quicksands, and dangers, and sin's rapid tide;

Waves of death cease to roll, and tempests

are o'er;

The hoarse breath of Boreas dismast thee no

more.

9 The tarpaulin jacket no longer you'll wear, But robes of bright glory all shining and fairA crown on your head, that would dazzle the

sun,

And from glory to glory eternally run.

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11, 10, 8.

REJOICE, rejoice, the promis'd time is

coming,

Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom, And Zion's children then shall sing,

The deserts are all blossoming.

Rejoice, rejoice, the promis'd time is coming,
Rejoice, rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom.
The gospel banner, wide unfurl'd,
Shall wave in triumph o'er the world,
And every creature, bond and free,
Shall hail the glorious jubilee.

Rejoice, rejoice, the promised time is coming,
Rejoice, the wilderness shall bloom.

2 Rejoice, rejoice, the promis'd time is coming,
Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem shall sing;
From Zion shall the law go forth,

Rejoice, rejoice, &c.
And truth shall sit on every hill,
And blessings flow in every rill,