3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'd to-day; Soon will the awful voice of death, Command your souls away.
4 Soon will the harvest closeThe summer soon be o'erAnd soon your injur'd, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.
HYMN 292. L. M. Winchelsea. [b or *] The Watchful Servant. Luke xii, 38, 39.
s 1A WAKE, awake, each sluggish soul!
Awake, and view the setting sun!
See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.
e 2 Death! 'tis an awful, solemn sound!
Oh may it wake the slumb'ring ear!
Apace the dreadful conqu'ror comes,
With all his pale companions near.
3 Soon will he close all drowsy eyes,
Nor shall we hear these warnings more;
Soon will the mighty Judge approach;
E'en now he stands before the door.
g 4 To-day, attend his gracious voice!
This is the summons which he sends
"Awake! for on this passing hour,
Thy. long eternity depends."
HYMN 293.· L. M.
HEGINBOTHAM.
Nazareth. [* or b]
The Sinner hastened.'·
HASTEN, O sinner! to be wise,
And stay not for the morrow's sun ;
The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is it to be won.
2 Oh hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy season should be o'er,"
Before this ev'ning stage be run.
3 Hasten, O sinner! to return,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy lamp should cease to burn,
Before the needful work is done.
4 Hasten, O sinner! to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Before the morrow is begun.
HYMN 294. H. M. Haddam. [b]
"Yet there is Room." Luke xiv, 1.
E dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and wo,
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame :
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame :
All things are ready, sinner, come,
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
'He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is his name:
Backsliding souls, return and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls, draw near,
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will now come:
In mercy's breast there still is room.
God's Command to all Men to repent. Luke xiii, 3
REPENT, the voice celestial cries,
No longer dare delay:
The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,-
And meets a fiery day.
2 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now,
Nor trifle with the grace.
g 3 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar:
For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.
p 4 Amazing love,-that yet will call,"
And yet prolong our days!
Our hearts subdued by goodness fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.
HYMN 296. Chaplin, Amsterdam. [b]
Alarm- -7s & 6s.
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
he breaks his foes?
in that dread day
When his judgment shall proclaim, And the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
3 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."
HYMN 297. L. M. Germany. [b or *] "Renounce thy Sins."
01 "RENOUNCE thy sins," the gospel cries,
And pant t'embrace a fairer prize;
A heaven of joys before thee waits,
Then take the road to Zion's gates.
2 "Renounce thy sins," the watchmen cry,
Believe-and you shall never die;
g Fair robes of glory wait above
For all the heirs of bleeding love."
3" Renounce thy sins," God's children cry,
Repent-and soar to worlds on high,
Where streams of living waters roll,
And ceaseless bliss absorbs the soul.
4" Renounce thy sins," thy reason cries,
Break from your heart these hateful ties,
Enlist a soldier of the Lamb,
And joy t'exalt the Saviour's name.
HYMN 298. L.M. Bowen. [b or *]
Jesus a Guest. Rev. iii, 20.
e 1 BEHOLD the Saviour at thy door,
He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long, is waiting still,
You treat no other friend so ill
a 2 O lovely attitude!-he stands
With melting heart, and outstretched hands!
O matchless kindness! and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes."
b 3 Admit him ;-for the human breast,
Ne'er entertained so kind a guest;
Admit him;-or the hour's at hand,
When at his door denied you'll stand.
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Open my heart, Lord, enter in,
Slay every foe, and conquer sin;
I now to thee my all resign,
My body, soul, and all are thine."
HYMN 299. 7s. Evening Hymn. [b] "Why will ye die? O House of Israel!" Ezek. xviii, 31. SINNERS! turn-why will 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, O thankless creatures! why.
Will ye spurn his love, and die?
o 2 Sinners! turn-why will ye die?..
God, your Saviour, asks you why:
He who his own life did give,
That ye might for ever live:
Will you let him die in vain,'
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, O ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
b 3 Sinners! turn-why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why:
He who all your lives hath strove-
Moved you to embrace his love-
Will ye not his love receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Why, O long-sought sinners, why
Will
ye grieve your God and die? AWESIEV
HYMN 300. 78. Evening Hymn. [bor *]
e1 ET the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;
Who their God can never know,
Let their spirit downward go.
o You for higher ends were born:
You may all to God return:
Dwell with him above the sky:
Why will ye for ever die?
e 2 What could your Redeemer do,
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his flow of love,
All his drawings from above,
Why will ye your Lord deny?
Why will ye for ever die?
HYMN 301. 7s. Pilgrim. [b or *]
SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep,
Wake and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit dark and dead;
Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep, arise from death,
See the bright and living path:
Watchful tread that path; be wise;-
Leave thy folly, seek the skies.
3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime,
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay,
Evil is the mortal day.
4 Be not blind, and foolish still,
Called of Jesus, learn his will:
Jesus calls from death and night,
Jesus waits to shed his light.
HYMN 302. S. M. St. Thomas. [b]
The accepted Time. 2 Cor. vi, 2.
"OW is th' accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now 18 th' accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day
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