5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning light,

Lest life's young golden beam should die
In sudden, endless night.

100. Delay Not. 11's.

Doddridge.

1 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee: No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchas'd, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not-why longer abuse

The love and compassion of Jesus thy God? A fountain is open'd, how can'st thou refuse To wash and be cleans'd in his pardoning blood. 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come,

For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day: Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb;

Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not-the Spirit of Grace, [flight; Long griev'd and resisted, may take its sad And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race-

To sink in the vale of eternity's night.

5 Delay not, delay not--the hour is at hand--[fade; The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall

stand;

What pow'r then, O sinner! shall lend thee its aid!

S. Songs,

101. Prisoners of Hope. L. M. 1 Prisoners of sin, and Satan too, The Saviour calls-he calls for you: Ye who have sold yourselves for nought, Jesus your liberty hath bought.

2 He came to set the captives free;
He came to publish liberty;

To bind the broken-hearted up,
And give despairing sinners hope.
3 Prisoners of hope, why will you die?
Why from the only refuge fly?
Jesus, our hiding-place and tower,
Invites the guilty and the poor.
4 The great Redeemer lived and died;
The Prince of Life was crucified;
He shed his own most precious blood,
To ransom guilty souls for God.

Hoskins.

102. Believe, and be saved. L. M. 1 Not to condemn the sons of men,

Did Christ the Son of God appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.
2 Such was the pity of our God,

He lov'd the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load

Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word,
Trust in his mighty name, and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,

His hands a thousand blessings give.
4 But vengeance and damnation lies
On rebels who refuse his grace;
Who God's eternal Son despise,

The hottest hell shall be their place. Watts.

103. My Spirit shall not always strive. L. M.

1 Say, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,

And yield thy heart to God's control?
2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity,
And pointed to the coming wrath,

And warned thee from that wrath to flee?

3 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice,
It was the Spirit's gracious call,
It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spurn not the call to life and light;

Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.

5 God's Spirit will not always strive
With harden'd, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
6 Sinner, perhaps this very day

Thy last accepted time may be; Oh, shouldst thou grieve him now away, Then hope may never beam on thee. Hyde.

104. The Saviour knocking. C. M.
1 Amazing sight, the Saviour stands
And knocks at every door!

Ten thousand blessings in his hands
To satisfy the

poor.

2 "Behold," he saith, "I bleed and die
"To bring you to my rest:

"Hear, sinners, while I'm passing by,
"And be for ever blest.

3 "Will you despise my bleeding love,
"And choose the way to hell?
"Or in the glorious realms above
"With me for ever dwell?

4 "Not to condemn your wretched race
"Have I in Judgment come;
"But to display unbounded grace,
"And bring lost sinners home.

5 "Will you go down to endless night, " And bear eternal pain?

"Or in the glorious realms of light "With me for ever reign?

6 "Say-will you hear my gracious voice, k And have your sins forgiven?

"Or will you make that wretched choice, "And bar yourselves from heaven?"

105. Grieve not the Spirit. S. M.
1 And canst thou, sinner, slight
The call of love divine?

Shall God with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine?

2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
With all thy sins opprest?

3 To-day, a pardoning God

Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.

4 But grace, so dearly bought,
If yet thou wilt despise,

Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught,
Will fill thee with surprise.

Hyde.