Awakened conscience gives us pain ; Shall all these pleas unite in vain ? 3 Not so our dying eyes will view The objects which we now pursue ; Not so eternity appear,
When the decisive hour is near.
4 Then wake, my soul, thy way prepare, And lose in this each meaner care; With steady step that path be trod, Which through the grave conducts to God.
1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whispering, "Sinner, come!
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims To all his children, "Come !"
2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, "Come!"
Let him that thirsts for righteousness, To Christ, the fountain, come !
3 Yes, whosoever will,
O, let him freely come,
And freely drink the stream of life; 'T is Jesus bids him come.
4 Lo, Jesus, who invites,
Declares, "I quickly come ": Lord, even so! I wait thine hour : Jesus, my Saviour, come!
The Sinner entreated to awake.
1 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 death; See 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 O, 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.
Now the Day of Grace.
1 NOW is the day of grace;
Now to the Father come;
The Lord is calling, "Seek my face, And I will guide you home."
2 The Saviour bids you speed; O, wherefore then delay ?
He calls in love; he sees your need; He bids you come to-day.
3 To-day the prize is won;
The promise is to save;
Then, O, be wise; to-morrow's sun May shine upon your grave.
A timely Improvement of Life.
1 THE swift-declining day,
How fast its moments fly!
While evening's broad and gloomy shade Gains on the western sky.
2 Ye mortals! mark its pace; Improve the hours of light;
And know, your Maker can command An instantaneous night.
3 His word blots out the sun
In its meridian blaze;
And cuts from sanguine, vigorous youth The remnant of its days.
4 On the dark mountain's brow Your feet shall quickly slide, And from its airy summit dash Your momentary pride.
5 What most demands your care, O, be it still pursued! Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed.
6 Then shall new lustre break
Through horror's darkest gloom, And lead you to unchanging light, In a celestial home.
Blessings of Christ's Kingdom.
1 HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son! Hail in the time appointed His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
2 He comes, with succour speedy, To those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing, Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying, Were precious in his sight.
3 He shall descend like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth; Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go; And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow. 4 For him shall prayer unceasing And daily vows ascend, His kingdom still increasing,- A kingdom without end: The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove;
His name shall stand for ever; That name to us is love.
The Gospel gives Peace and Rest.
1 PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the notes of woe; Cease thy complaints, suppress thy groan, And let thy tears forget to flow : Behold the precious balm is found, Which lulls thy pain, which heals thy wound. 2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed, Unburden here the weighty load, Here find thy refuge and thy rest, And trust the mercy of thy God: Thy God 's thy Father, glorious word! For ever love and praise the Lord. 3 As spring the winter, day the night, Peace sorrow's gloom shall chase away, And smiling joy, a seraph bright,
Shall tend thy steps and near thee stay; Whilst glory weaves th' immortal crown, And waits to claim thee for her own.
Pleading the Promise of the Spirit.
1 O THOU that hearest prayer,
Attend our humble cry, And let thy servants share
Thy blessing from on high: We plead the promise of thy word; Grant us thy holy spirit, Lord.
2 If earthly parents hear
Their children when they cry,
If they, with love sincere,
Their varied wants supply,
Much more wilt thou thy love display, And answer when thy children pray. 3 Our Heavenly Father, thou; We, children of thy grace:
O, let thy spirit now
Descend and fill the place:
So shall we feel the heavenly flame, And all unite to praise thy name. 4 O, may that sacred fire,
Descending from above, Our languid hearts inspire
With fervent zeal and love :
Enlighten our beclouded eyes, And teach our grovelling souls to rise. 5 And send thy spirit down On all the nations, Lord, With great success to crown
The preaching of thy word,
Till heathen lands shall own thy sway, And cast their idol gods away.
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