The Book of Praise. PART THE FOURTH. SONGS OF THE HEART, I. THE CALL. "Rise; He calleth thee."—(MARK x. 49.) CCCXXII. Child of sin and sorrow, Fill'd with dismay, Heaven bids thee come Child of sin and sorrow, Come, while thou canst borrow Thomas Hastings. 1834. CCCXXIII. Poor child of sin and woe, Now listen to thy Father's pleading voice ; I know thou canst not rest Until thou art from guilt and sorrow free; Come, bring thy suffering, bleeding heart to Me. How often, in the hour Of weariness, would I have succoured thee! And scorn the heart that loved so tenderly. Oh, what on earth appears To comfort thy distress and heal thy grief, And offer thy poor sinking soul relief? Thy life of sin has been A toilsome path, without one cheering ray ; Come, leave the desert land, And all the husks on which thy soul has fed; That offers thee a feast of living Bread. O sinner! 'tis the voice Of One, who long has loved and pitied thee! And set thee from all sin and suffering free. Oh, canst thou turn away? It is thy Father that invites thee near! And Heaven shall hail the penitential tear! Eliza Fanny Morris. 1858. CCCXXIV. Return, O wanderer, to thy home; Thy Father calls for thee: Return, O wanderer, to thy home; 'Tis Jesus calls for thee: The Spirit and the Bride say, Come: Return, O wanderer, to thy home ; There are no pardons in the tomb, Return, return! Thomas Hastings. 1834 CCCXXV. Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone; |