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Nor let us waste on trifling cares
8s, 78 & 4. The Sinner invited and threatened. HEAR, O sinner!-mercy hails you,
Now with sweetest voice she calls; Bids you haste to seek the Saviour, Ere the hand of justice falls;
Hear, O sinner ! 'Tis the voice of mercy calls. 2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering
O’er the path you dare to tread; Hark! the awful thunders rolling Loud, and louder o'er your head ;
Turn, O sinner —
dead. 3 Haste! O sinner! to the Saviour,
Seek his mercy while you may ;
Haste, O sinner!-
S. M. 151
Justice and Mercy.
Let thoughtless sinners hear;
Without a pitying tear. 2 Eternal mercy calls,
With voice of kindest love;
And endless life above.
8 Ye guilty, dying men,
If mercy you repel,
Must drive you down to hell. 4 Oh yield to love divine,
Break off your sins to-day;
Believe, repent, and pray. 152
8s, 75 & 4.
Coming from the courts above?
Every line is full of love;
Every line is full of love.
Joyful news aloud proclaim:
A Fountain set open. COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruined by the fall; Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you—to me—to all, In a full perpetual tide,
Opened when the Saviour died. 2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind; Here the guilty, free remission,
8s & 7s.
Here the troubled peace may find; Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more. 3 He that drinks shall live forever;
"Tis a soul-reviving flood :
Break his covenant writ in blood;
S. M. 154
The Sinner invited and threatened.
Thy fathers' God obey;
His guardian hand by day. 2 Call, while he may be found,
Oh seek him while he's near;
And worship him with fear. 8 If thou wilt seek his face,
His ear will hear thy cry; Then shalt thou find his mercy sure,
His grace forever nigh. 4 But if thou leave thy God,
Nor choose the path to heaven;
And never be forgiven. 155
SINNER! rouse thee from thy sleep,
2 Wake from sleep-arise from death
See the bright and living path:
Leave thy folly-seek the skies. 3 Leave thy folly-cease from crime,
From this hour redeem thy time;
Evil is thy mortal day. 4 Oh! then, rouse thee from thy sleep,
Wake! and o'er thy folly weep;
Danger of Delay.
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Harder is it to be won.
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Ere this evening's stage be run. 3 Haste, O sinner-now return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun; Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done. 4 Haste, O sinner-now be blest,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Ere the morrow is begun.
C. M. 157
The Gospel Trumpet.
And every heart rejoice;
With an inviting voice.
That feed upon the wind,
To fill th' immortal mind, 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
The rich provision taste.
And pine away—and die-
With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join ;
Like floods of milk and wine. 6 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day ;-
And drive our wants away. 158
YE trembling captives, hear!
The gospel trumpet sounds:
Or heal your heart-felt wounds.