Wrath from heaven shall be revealed
In liquid fire!

2 Haste thee, sinner, haste away
From the o'erwhelming rain!
Break at once thy long delay,
Stay not in the plain!

In threatening form,

See the clouds above thy head-
All around their folds are spread—
Oh flee the storm!

3 Haste thee, sinner, haste away,
Ere the tempest falls!
Now the warning voice obey,
While the Spirit calls:
For refuge fly!

In the fate of Sodom see,
What may quickly come to thee—
Why wilt thou die?

4 Haste thee, sinner, haste away,
While 'tis mercy's hour;
Harden not thy heart to-day,
Through the tempter's power;
Oh turn and live;

Jesus is the hiding place,

Flee to him, and trust his grace-
He will forgive.

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L. M.

Sinners invited to immediate Repentance.

WHILE life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found-and peace is given; But soon-ah soon! approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven.

2 While God invites-how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste-oh, haste away,

While yet a pardoning God is found. 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave; Before his bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear, or save. 4 In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise; No God regard your bitter prayer, No Saviour call you to the skies. 5 Now God invites-how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste-oh, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found.

191

S. M.

Sinners invited to immediate Repentance.

YE sinners, fear the Lord,

While yet 'tis called to-day;
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.

2 Soon will the harvest close,

The summer soon be o'er;
And soon your injured, angry God,
Will hear your prayers no more.

3 Then while 'tis called to-day,
Oh hear the gospel's sound;
Come, sinners, haste-oh haste away,
While pardon may be found.

192

L. M.

God's Readiness to forgive.

BEHOLD! this is the day of grace;
Come, sinners, seek the Saviour's face;

You need but look to Christ and live-
The Lord is ready to forgive.

2 The fountain of his grace is free;
His love is boundless as the sea;
He urges you to look and live-
The Lord is ready to forgive.

3 Grieve not the Spirit from your heart,
Lest he should finally depart;

But while he moves, come, look and liveThe Lord is ready to forgive.

4 Come, all who thirst-come, all who willCome while the dews of grace distil;

Come, as you are-come, look and liveThe Lord is ready to forgive.

COME, trembling sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve:
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;

I see his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3 Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone-
Without his sovereign grace.

4 Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps he'll hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there."

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8s, 7s & 4.

Close of a Protracted Meeting.
NOW these solemn days are ending,
All their glowing hopes are o'er ;
Now the final hour is spending-
We shall see their joys no more;
Days of gladness-

We shall see their joys no more.

2 Oft the tidings of salvation

Have been pressed upon our ears;
Who has heard the invitation?
Who in sinning perseveres?
Who, rebellious,

Still in sinning perseveres?

3 Sinner, o'er thy hardness weeping,
To the Saviour thou must go—
Never resting, never sleeping,
Till salvation he bestow-
Never resting

Till salvation he bestow.

4 Thoughtless ones, while ye, departing,
Hasten from these scenes away,
Let your spirits, onward darting,
See the final parting day;

Fast approaching,

See the final parting day.

5 While the contrite, while the lowly,
Rise where matchless glories glow;
Ye, who choose to be unholy,
Must depart to endless wo.
Ye, unholy,

Must depart to endless wo.

CONVICTION AND CONFESSION.

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C. M.

Conviction by the Law.

LORD, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,

And thought my sins were dead.

2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright; But since the precept came,

With such convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.

3 My guilt appeared but small before,
Till I with terror saw

How perfect, holy, just, and pure
Is thine eternal law.

4 Then felt my soul the heavy load-
My sins revived again;

I had provoked a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were slain.

5 My God! I cry with every breath,
Exert thy power to save;

Oh! break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.

MY former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;
I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.

2 Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;