2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay,
Your hearts may grow better by staying away;
Come wretched. come starving, come just as you be,
While streams of salvation are flowing so free.
8 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive,
O how can you question if you will believe;
If sin is your burden, why will you not come ?
'Tis you he bids welcome; he bids you come home.
4 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain,
To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain?-
To bear up your spirit, when summon'd to die,
Or waft you to mansions of glory on high?
5 Why will you be starving and feeding on air?
There's mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare;
If still you are doubting, make trial and see,
And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.
6 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart,
And, trusting in heaven, we never shall part.
O, how can we leave you! why will you not come?
We'll journey together, and soon be at home.
1 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near
The waters of life are now flowing for thee;
No price is demanded, the Saviour is here,
Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.
2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse
The love and compassion of Jesus, thy Lord?
A fountain is opened, how canst thou refuse
To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?
3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come;
For mercy
still lingers, and calls thee to-day;
Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb;
Her message unheedcd will soon pass away.
4 Delay not, delay not, the spirit of grace,
Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad flight,
And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,
To sink in the vale of eternity's night.
5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand:
The earth shall dissolve, and the heavens shall fade; The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid!
Acquaint Thyself with God. (Afton.) 1 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God, And joy, like the sunshine, shall beam on thy road, And peace, like the dew drop shall fall on thy head, And sleep, like an angel, shall visit thy bed. 2 Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God, And he shall be with thee, when fears are abroad; Thy safeguard in dangers that threaten thy path; Thy joy in the valley and shadow of death."
1 Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arise! O, why should we slumber in sight of the prize? Salvation is nearer, our days are far spent,
O, let us be active-awake! and repent.
20. how can we slumber, when so much was done To purchase salvation by Jesus, the Son?
Now mercy is proffer'd, and justice display'd, Now God can be honored, and sinners be sav'd. 30, how can we slumber, when death is so near, And sinners are sinking to endless despair!
Now prayers may avail and they gain the high prize, Before they in torment shall lift up their eyes. 4 O, how can we slumber? ye sinners look round, Before the last trumpet your hearts shall confound; O. fly to the Saviour, he calls you to-day; While mercy is waiting, O, make no delay.
na -ture was sink-ing in still-ness to rest, In deep med -i ta- tion I wandered my feet.
last beam of day-light shone dim in the west,
{O'er fields, by pale moonlight, in lone -ly re-treat,
2 While passing a garden I paused to hear,
A voice faint and plaintive, from one that was there;
The voice of the sufferer affected my heart,
While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part.
3 I listen'd a moment, then turn'd me to see
What man of compassion this stranger might be!
I saw him, low kneeling, upon the cold ground,
The loveliest BEING that ever was found.
4 So deep were his sorrows, so fervent his prayers,
That down o'er his bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears!
I wept to behold him!-I ask'd him his name,
He answered.-"'Tis JESUS! from heaven I came!
5 I am thy Redeemer! For thee I must die;
The cup is most bitter, but cannot pass by!
Thy sins, like a mountain, are laid upon me;
And all this deep anguish I suffer for thee.'
6 How sweet was that nioment he bade me rejoice!
His smile, O how pleasant! How cheering his voice.
ran from the garden to spread it abroad,
I shouted Salvation! O! Glory to God!
7 I'm now on my journey to mansions above;
My soul's full of glory, of light, peace and love!
I think of the garden, the prayers, and the tears,
Of that loving Stranger, who banished my fears
8 The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel descending-the trumpet shall sound;
My soul then in raptures of glory shall rise
To gaze on the Stranger with unclouded eyes,
1. I love the holy Son of God, Who once this vale of sorrow trod,
And bore my sins a heavy load, On Calvary s gloomy mountain. While pains extreme his nature wrung, And streamed life's crimson
High on the cross He mournful hung, The sport of many an impious
2 The sun would not behold the scene, 4 O! was there ever such distress, Around was thrown night's sable screen, Or such amazing proof as this
Nature was dressed in mournful men,
And sighed when Jesus suffered.
But ah! his persecutors stood,
That cruel and malicious brood,
Unmoved to see his gushing blood,
And shocking insults offered.
3 Say, why did not his anger burn,
And floods of vengeance on them turn?
Amazing! see his bowels yearn,
In soft compassion o'er them.
No fury kindles in his eyes.
They beam with love; and when he dies,
"Father forgive." the sufferer cries,
And makes excuses for them!
Of mercy, love and tenderness,
As our Redeemer's given?
Not one among the host above,
Could comprehend this matchless love
That did within his bosom move,
And brought him down from heaven.
5 How ardent ought my love to be;
To him who's done so much for me,
My faithful service, constant, free,
And all my powers emp'oying.
I ought his cross with pleasure bear,
And place my all of glorying there,
In his reproach most gladly share,
In tribulation joying.
1. To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part, And
absenting myself for a day, From that blest retreat, Where I've
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