5 The saints I heard with rapture tell
How Jesus conquer'd death and hell,
And broke the fowler's snare;
But when I found this truth remain,
"The sinner must be born again,"
I sunk in deep despair.

6 While thus my soul in anguish lay,
Jesus of Naz'reth pass'd that way,
I felt his pity move:
The sinner by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings redeeming love.

7 To heaven the joyful tidings flew,
The angels tuned their harps anew,
And loftier sounds did raise:
All hail the Lamb that once was slain!
Unnumber'd millions born again
Shall shout thy endless praise.

ATTEND, young friends, while I relate

The dangers you are in

The evils that around you wait,

While you remain in sin.

Although you flourish like the rose,
'While in its branches green,

Your sparkling eyes in death must close-
No more will they be seen.

2 In silent shades you must lie down,
Long in your graves to dwell;

Your friends may then stand weeping round, And bid a long farewell.

How small this world will then appear

At the tremendous hour,

When you Jehovah's voice shall hear,
And feel his mighty power.

8 In vain you'll mourn your days are past-
Alas! those days are gone;
Your golden hours are spent at last,
And never will return.

3

O come this moment and begin,
While life's sweet moments last;
Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin,
And he'll forgive the past.

COME

8, 7, 4.

YOME, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and power;
He is able,

He is willing, doubt no more.

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, God's free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh, Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you--

'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.

4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all.

Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

5 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished!"

Sinners, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascending,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sing the praises of the Lamb, While the blissful seats of heaven Sweetly echo with his name: Hallelujah!

4

Sinners here may do the same.

7s.

EARTS of stone, relent, relent,

H Breth-by Jour subdued;

See his body mangled, rent,

Covered with a gore of blood!
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Crucified th' eternal Son!

2 Yes, our sins have done the deed-
Drove the nails that fix him here,
Crown'd with thorns his sacred head,
Pierced him with a soldier's spear,
Made his soul a sacrifice;
For a sinful world he dies.

3 Shall we let him die in vain ?

5

Still to death pursue our God! Open tear his wounds again! Trample on his precious blood' No; with all our sins we part: Savior, take the broken heart.

HE

P. M.

[EAR the royal proclamation,
Joyful tidings of salvation,
Publishing to every creature,
To the ruin'd sons of nature:

Jesus reigns-he reigns victorious,
Over heaven and earth most glorious,
Jesus reigns.

2 See the royal banners flying!
Hear the Herald loudly crying!
Rebel sinners, royal favor
Now is offered by the Savior.

Lo! he reigns, &c.

8 Hear, ye sons of wrath and ruin,

Who have wrought your own undoing:
Here is life and free salvation

Offered to the whole creation.

Lo! Jesus reigns, &c.

4 'Twas for you that Jesus died,
For you he was crucified,

Conquered death, and rose to heaven-
Life eternal through him's given.

Lo! he reigns, &c.

5 Shout, ye saints, make joyful mention,
Christ has purchased our redemption;
Angels shout the joyful story,
Through the brighter worlds of glory.

Jesus reigns, &c.

6

HA

7s.

ASTEN, sinner, to be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season shall be o'er
Ere this evening's stage be run.

3 Hasten, sinner, to return;

Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy lamp should cease to burn Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest;

7

Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest the curse should thee arrest Ere the morrow is begun.

7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 6.

OW lost was my condition

conditiople!

There is but one Physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul!
The worst of all diseases

Is light compared with sin;
On every part it seizes,
But rages most within.

2 From men great skill professing
I thought a cure to gain;

But this proved more distressing,
And added to my pain.

Some said that nothing ail'd me,