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Trembling, while a crystal flood

Issued from her weeping eyes,
For awhile, she lingering stood,

Filled with sorrow and surprise.
2. But her sorrows quickly fled

When she heard his welcome voice;
Christ had risen from the dead,

Now He bids her heart rejoice ;
What a change His word can make,

Turning darkness into day;
Ye who weep for Jesus' sake,

He will wipe your tears away.

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1. PILGRIM, burdened with thy sin,

Come the way to Zion's gate ;
There, till merey speaks within,

Knock, and weep, and watch, and wait:
Knock-He knows the sinner's

cry ; Weep-He loves the mourner's tears; Watch, for saving grace is nigh;

Wait, till heavenly grace appears. 2. Hark, it is the Saviour's voice!

“Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest!"
Now within the gate rejoice,

Safe, and onward, bought, and blest:
Safe, from all the lures of vice;

Owned, by joys the contrite know;
Bought by love, and life the price;

Blest, the mighty debt to owe. 3. Holy pilgrim! what for thee

In a world like this remains ?
From thy guarded breast shall flee

Fear, and shame, ånd doubts, and pains :
Fear—the hope of heaven shall fly,

Shame, from glory's view retire;
Doubt, in full belief shall die,
Pain, in endless bliss expire.

354.

7s.
1. HEARTS of stone ! relent, relent,

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued;
See His body, mangled, rent,

Covered with a gore of blood !
Sinful soul! what hast thou done?

Crucified God's only Son!
2. Yes, thy sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed Him there,
Crowned with thorns His sacred head,

Pierced Him with the bloody spear.
Made His soul a sacrifice-

While for sinful man He dies.
3. Wilt thou let Him bleed in vain-

Still to death thy Lord pursue ?
Open all His wounds again,

And the shameful cross renew ?
No; with all my sins I'll part,
Break, oh! break, my bleeding heart !

TIEBOUT'S COLL. 355.

7s.
1. WEARY souls, that wander wide

From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified,

Fly to those dear wounds of His;
Sink into the purple flood;

Rise into the life of God.
2. Oh believe the record true,

God to you His Son hath given;
Ye may now be happy, too-

Find on earth the life of heaven,
Live the life of heaven above,
All the life of glorious love. C. WESLEY.

356.

7s.
1. Come, ye weary souls, oppressed,

Answer to the Saviour's call;
“Come, and I will give you rest;

Come, and I will save you

all.”

2. Jesus—full of truth and love,

We Thy kindest call obey,
Faithful 'let Thy mercies prove,

Take our load of guilt away.
3. Weary of this war within,

Weary of this endless strife,
Weary of ourselves and sin,

Weary of a wretched life;-
4. Burdened with a world of grief,

Burdened with our sinful load,
Burdened with this unbelief,

Burdened with the wrath of God :---
5. Lo, we come to Thee for ease,

True and gracious as thou art;
Now our weary souls release,

Write forgiveness on our heart.

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1. COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice:
I will guide you to your

home:
Weary wanderer, hither come.
2. Thou, who homeless and forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roamed the barren waste,

Weary wanderer, hither haste.
3. Ye, who tossed on beds of pain

Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

In remorse for guilt who mourn :
4. Hither come, for here is found

Balm that flows for every wound !
Peace, that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

BARBAULD.

358.

7s.
1. HASTE, O sinner! to be wise,

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Wisdom warns thee, from the skies,

All the paths of death to shun.
2. Haste, and mercy now implore;

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Thy probation may be o’er

Ere this evening's work is done.
3. Haste, O sinner! now return;

Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy lamp should come to burn

Ere salvation's work is done.
4. Haste, while yet thou canst be blest;

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Death may thy poor soul arrest

Ere the morrow is begun.

T. SCOTT.

359.

8s, 78 & 4s.
1. Lo! He comes with clouds descending,

Once for favored sinners slain :
Thousand-thousand saints attending,
Swell the triumph of His train:

Hallelujah!
Jesus Christ shall ever reign!
2. See the universe in motion,

Sinking on her funeral pyre-
Earth dissolving, and the ocean
Vanishing in final fire :-

Hark, the trumpet !
Loud proclaims that Day of Ire!
3. Graves have yawned in countless numbers,

From the dust the dead arise;
Millions, out of silent slumbers,
Wake in overwhelmed surprise ;

Where creation,
Wrecked and torn in ruin lies!

4. See the Judge our nature wearing,

Pure, ineffable, divine :-
See the great Archangel bearing
High in heaven the mystic sign:

Cross of Glory!
Christ be in that moment mine!
5. Every eye shall then behold Him

Robed in awful majesty :-
Those that set at naught, and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to a tree-

Deeply wailing,
Shall the true Messiah see !
6. Lo! the last long separation !

*As the cleaving crowds divide;
And one dread adjudication
Sends each soul to either side! .

Lord of mercy!
How shall I that day abide !
7. O, may Thine own Bride and Spirit

Then avert a dreadful doom .
And me summon to inherit
An eternal blissful home :

Ah! come quickly!
Let Thy second Advent come!
8. Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee

On Thine amaranthine throne !
Saviour—take the power and glory,
Claim the kingdom for Thine own!

Men and angels
Kneel and bow to Thee alone!

BRYDGES.

360.

88, 7s & 4s.
1. Day of judgment, day of wonders !

Hark! the trumpet's awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round:

How the summons
Will the sinner's heart confound !

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