2 But sinners fond of earthly toys, They make the world and sin their choice, 3 The preachers warn them night and day; 4 Sometimes by preaching sinners see That leads them on to ruin. 5 Sometimes, when nothing else will do, 6 In dreadful visions of the night, 7 When every way is tried in vain- 8 O sinners, turn-long time you've stood 137. 11's. Christian Lyre. TURN, guilty sinners, O why will you die, When God in his mercy is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, come, And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 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. 3 Now Jesus 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 wealth, and in pleasure what can you obtain To soothe in affliction, or banish your pain? To bear up your spirits 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 fearing, 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. JUDGMENT. 138. 8. 6. Altered. The end of time. ARISE and shine, O Zion, fair, Thy glorious conq'ring King is near; The trumpet's thund'ring through the skies, The day of wonder now is come, 2 Ye heralds blow the trumpet loud, And angels whisper us away To their eternal home. 3 Arise! ye nations, from the tomb, All tongues and languages must come, Blow out the sun, burn up the earth, Let nature groan in pangs of death- 4 The joyful news of gospel grace, The trump in Zion now is still, The watchmen all have left their walls, 5 Behold a pilgrim as he dies, To heaven he lifts his longing eyes, While friends are weeping all around, He shouts with his expiring breath, 6 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, Although you tread enchanted ground, Fight on, fight on, ye conquering souls, 139. 8. 8. 6. Altered. The trump of Jubilee. WHAT sound is this salutes mine ear? Methinks the jub'lee trump I hear Long look'd for now is come It shakes the heaven, the earth, the sea, Return, ye exiles, home. 2 Behold! the new Jerusalem, To meet the Bridegroom, now he's come, 3 King Jesus takes her to his arms; Transported with his heavenly charms, She thus begins to sing; 'From sins, and cares, and sighs, and pains, 4 As larks and linnets sweetly sing,- The seventh trumpet we shall hear, 6 Arise, ye nations, and come forth! What horrors seize the guilty breast! 7 Depart, ye curs'd! go down to hell, My solemn warnings you withstood, 8 See parents anu their children part! And quickly gains the upper skies 9 My soul is struggling to be there, 140. 8. 8. 6. Anon. Longing for a place at the right hand of the Judge. W To take thy ransom'd people home. HEN thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come Shall I among them stand?" Shall such a worthless worm as I, |