417 EXPOSTULATION. 11s. JOSIAH HOPKINS. 1. 0 turn ye, O turn ye; for why will ye die, When God in great mercy is com-ing so nigh? 420 COME, YE DISCONSOLATE. 11s & 10s. SAMUEL WEBBE. 1. Come, ye dis-con-so-late, where'er ye lan-guish; Come to the mercy-seat, fer-vently kneel; Here bring your wounded hearts,here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the stray-13 Here see the Bread of Life; see waters ing, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure; Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, "Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure." 421 flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above; Come to the feast of love-come, ever knowing Earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove. 1. {Child of sin Wait not for D. C.-Child of sin 9:2/2 Filled with dismay, Heaven bids thee come While yet there's room. to-mor-row, Yield thee to-day: and sor-row, Hear and o- bey. 2 Child of sin and sorrow, Why wilt thou die? Come while thou canst borrow Help from on high: Grieve not that love Which from above, Child of sin and sorrow, 422 Thomas Hastings. 1 CHILD of sin and sorrow, Where wilt thou flee -- Through the long to-morrow,Eternity? 423 WARNING. P. M. UNKNOWN. 1. Ah! guilt-y sin - ner, ruined by transgression, What will thy doom be when arrayed in ter - ror God shall command thee, covered with pollution, "Up to the judgment, up to the judgment?" 4 Then you shall call, but he will not regard 3 While Jesus is calling, O turn not away; 5 0! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warn- 4 The last call of mercy now lingers for thee; 2 In that blessed land, neither sighing nor 14 No poverty there, no, the saints are all anguish wealthy, Anon. By per. Biglow & Main. 427 1. Give ear to his voice, lest in judgment he meet thee, "The har-vest is pass-ing, the sum-mer will end.' Refrain. The harvest is pass-ing, the sum-mer will end; The har-vest is pass-ing, the sum-mer will end. 2 How oft of thy danger and guilt he hath told thee! How oft still the message of mercy doth send! Haste, haste, while he waits in his arms to enfold thee; Now yield him thy heart, and make haste to adore him; Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end. [See No. 426, on opposite page.] Anon. P. M. "The harvest is passing, the summer will 1 ALL you that are weary and sad, come; end." 3 Despised and rejected, at length he may leave thee: What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend! Then haste thee, O sinner, while he will receive thee; "The harvest is passing, the summer will end." And you that are cheerful and glad, come; In robes of humility clad, come; The Saviour invites you to-day. Let youth in its freshness and bloom, come; Let man in the pride of his noon come; Let age on the of the tomb come; verge Let none in his pride stay away. 4 Ere long, and Jehovah will come in his 3 Let the halt, and the maimed, and the blind power; Our God will arise, with his foes to contend; Haste, haste thee, O sinner! prepare for that hour! "The harvest is passing, the summer will end." 5 The Saviour will call thee in judgment before him; O, bow to his scepter, and make him thy friend! come; Let all who are freely inclined come; With humble and peaceable mind, come Away from the waters of strife. 4 The Spirit and Bride freely say, Come! Let him that now heareth it say, Come! Let all that are thirsty, to-day come, And drink of the Fountain of Life. Anon. |