Here the troubled peace may find; Health this fountain will restore; He that drinks shall thirst no more. 8 He that drinks shall live forever; "Tis a soul-reviving flood: God is faithful-God will never Break his covenant writ in blood; Signed, when our Redeemer died, Sealed, when he was glorified.

S. M.

154 The Sinner invited and threatened.
MY son, know thou the Lord,
Thy fathers' God obey;
Seek his protecting care by night,
His guardian hand by day.

2 Call, while he may be found,

Oh seek him while he's near;
Serve him with all thy heart and mind,
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;
Then shalt thou perish in thy sins,
And never be forgiven.

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 deathSee 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 thy mortal day.

4 Oh! then, rouse thee from thy sleep, Wake! and o'er thy folly weep; Jesus calls from death and night, Jesus waits to shed his light.

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Danger of Delay.

HASTE, O sinner-now be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom, if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

Haste and mercy now implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy season should be o'er,
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,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.

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The Gospel Trumpet.

LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,
That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill th' immortal mind,-

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away-and die-
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join ;
Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day;-
Lord-we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

YE trembling captives, hear!-
The gospel trumpet sounds:
No music more can charm the ear,
Or heal your heart-felt wounds.

2 "Tis not the trump of war, Nor Sinai's awful roar:

Salvation's news it spreads afar,
And vengeance is no more.
3 Forgiveness, love, and peace,
Glad heaven aloud proclaims;
And earth the jubilee's release,
With eager rapture, claims.
4 Far, far to distant lands

The saving news shall spread;
And Jesus all his willing bands,
In glorious triumph lead.

The Gospel Trumpet.

HARK, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds,
Through earth and heaven the echo bounds;
Pardon and peace by Jesus' blood!
Sinners are reconciled to God,
By grace divine!

2 Come, sinners, hear the joyful news,
Nor longer dare the grace refuse;
Mercy and justice here combine,
Goodness and truth harmonious join,
T' invite you near.

3 Ye saints in glory, strike the lyre;
Ye mortals, catch the sacred fire;
Let both the Saviour's love proclaim-
Forever worthy is the Lamb
Of endless praise.

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Christ's Invitation to Sinners.

"COME hither, all ye weary souls, Ye heavy-laden sinners, come;

I'll give you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 They shall find rest, who learn of me; I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea,

And pride is restless as the wind.

3 Blest is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to the neck,

My grace shall make the burden light."

4 Jesus, we come at thy command; With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, Resign our spirits to thy hand,

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To mould and guide us at thy will.

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FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!-
"Love's redeeming work is done-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,

Justice owns the ransom paid--
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son-
Come and welcome, sinner, come!

3 Spread for thee, the festal board
See with richest dainties stored;
To thy Father's bosom pressed,
Yet again a child confessed,