None so aged, none so young,
But may enlist, and be a soldier.
Those who can not fight nor fly,
Beneath his banner find protection;
None, who on his name rely,
Shall be reduc'd to base subjection.
3 Ye need not fear, the cause is good, Come, who will to the crown aspire? In this cause the martyrs stood,
And shouted victory in the fire; In this cause we'll follow on,
And soon we'll tell the pleasing story, How by faith we've gained the crown, And fought our way to life and glory.
EN thousand times the sound, "Prepare!" Struck on the sinner's heart of steel: And starting from the world of care, He strove his sorrow to conceal; He rushed amid the glitt'ring throng, Where giddy hearts for pleasure meet, The warning came 'mid wine and song'Mid wine and song he sigh'd, Not yet."
2 Among the multitude he bow'd,
Eager in search of wealth and fame;
Wealth soon was his-the waiting crowd
Gave willing honors to his name.
One thought of heaven's broken laws
Made him his years of sin regret;
He hurried from the world's applause,
And told his God, "Not yet, not yet."
3 Blanch'd by disease, the smitten lay,
A sinner on his couch of pain;
And wealth and fame, Oh, what are they,
His wasted moments to regain?
Death's messenger was at his side,
His seal upon his heart was set; "Too late, alas! too late!" he cried; "Not yet, not yet, O Death! not yet!"
INNERS, will you scorn the message,
Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence-oh, how tender!
Every life is full of love.
Listen to it
Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the gospel,
News from Zion's King proclaim,
To each rebel sinner-"Pardon,
Free forgiveness in his name!"
How important!
Free forgiveness in his name!
3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And, with news of consolation,
Chase away the falling tears;
Tender heralds,
Chase away the falling tears.
4 Who hath our report believed?
Who received the joyful word?
Who embraced the news of pardon,
Offered to you by the Lord?
Can you slight it—
Offered to you by the Lord?
5 Oh, ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners
Glad the message will obey.
LONG to see the it come
When sinners shall come flocking home,
To taste the heaven of Jesus' love,
And seek the joys that are above.
Hark! 'tis the glorious gospel sound,
Inviting sinners all around;
Behold! your loving Savior stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands.
2 He now stands knocking at your heart,
Waiting salvation to impart,
He'll wash you in atoning blood,
And seal you heirs and sons of God.
A few more days and you must go
To realms of joy or endless wo;
In worlds above with Christ to dwell,
Or sink beneath his frowns to hell.
8 Come, sinners, all, now warning take,
And all your sinful ways forsake;
This world give o'er, leave friends behind,
In Christ you shall redemption find.
Take your companions by the hand,
And all your children in a band,
And give them up at Jesus' call;
He'll pardon, bless, and save them all.
4 When the great day of Christ shall come, And he collects his jewels home,
On Zion's mount we then shall stand,
And join the bright angelic band.
O what a glorious company!
May I be there the sight to see;
And join in praise of Jesus' name,
All glory in Jerusalem.
INNERS, turn-why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live,
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn-why will ye die?
God, your Savior, asks you why?
God, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself that you might live.
Will ye let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why-ye ransomed sinners-why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
3 Sinners, turn-why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why!
He who all your lives hath strove,
Woo'd you to embrace his love:
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, ye long-sought sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God, and die?
O-DAY, if you will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice, Say, will you be for ever blest,
And with the glorious Jesus rest?
2 Will you be saved from guilt and pain?
Will you with Christ for ever reign?
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
8 Come, blooming youth, to ruin bound,
Obey the gospel's joyful sound;
Come, go with us, and you shall prove
The joy's of Christ's redeeming love.
4 Behold, he's waiting at your door!
Make now your choice; oh, halt no more:
Say, sinner, say, what will you do?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
5 Why rush in carnal pleasures on?
Why madly plunge in sorrow down?
Say, without Christ what can you do?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
6 Once more we ask you, in his name,
We know his love remains the same;
Say, will you to Mount Zion go?
Say, will you have this Christ, or no?
BOn the tree, on the tree;
faith I view my Savior dying
To every nation he is crying,
Look to me!
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