Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,-
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
3 Spurn not the call to life and light;
Regard, in time, the warning kind
That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find.
4 God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
5 Sinner! perhaps, this very day,
Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee
Man condemned before God.
I AH! how shall fallen man
Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark,
With strict enquiring eyes,
Could we, for one of thousand faults,
A just excuse devise?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!
Who can with thee contend?
Or who, that tries th' unequal strife
Shall prosper in the end?
4 The mountains, in thy wrath,
Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,
Her rooted pillars shake.
5 Ah! how shall guilty man
Contend with such a God?
None-none can meet him, and escape,
But through the Saviour's blood.
1 ASTONISHED and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within ;
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts.
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear!
3 Almighty King of saints!
These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,
And all my powers renew.
4 This done,--my cheerful voice
Shall loud hosannas raise;
My soul shall glow with gratitude,~
My lips pronounce thy praise
The Saviour's Invitation.
1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,
To banish mortal wo.
Ye sinners! come; t is mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,—
And can you yet delay?
• Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts ; To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.
Rest for the weary Penitent.
1 COME, weary souls! with sin distressed
Come, and accept the promised rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woOT,
Pardon and life, and endless peace,-
How rich the gift, how free the grace !
3 Lord! we accept, with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come, with trembling; yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
4 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith,-our fears remove;
Oh! sweetly reign in every breast
And guide us to eternal rest.
The Gospel-Trumpet.
1 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 tois
To fill th' immortal mind!--
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die!
Here you may quench your raging thiret
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.
Christ's Invitation to Sinners.
1 "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 Blessed is the man, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light."
• Jesus! we come at thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal,
Resign our spirits, to thy hand,
To mould and guide us at thy will.
1 HO! every one that thirsts! draw nigh;-'Tis God invites the fallen race;
Mercy and free salvation buy,
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel-grace.
2 Ye nothing in exchange can give,-
Leave all ye have and are behind;
Freely the gift of God receive,-
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
3 Come to the living waters, come;
Sinners! obey your Maker's voice;
Return, ye weary wanderers! home,
And in redeeming love rejoice.
1 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'll seek his courts, and enter in,
Whatever may cppose.
3 "Prostrate I'll fall 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 will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
"I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die."
A Fountain set open.
1 COME to Calv'ry'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 biind
;
Here the guilty, free remission,
Here the troubled, peace may find;
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more:
3 He that drinks shall live for ever,--
'T is a soul-reviving flood:
God is faithful-God will never
Break his covenant in blood ;--
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed, when he was glorified.
False and True Pleasure.
1 TELL us, wanderer! wildly roving From the path that leads to peace,
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