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2 But sinners fond of earthly toys,
Mock and deride, while saints rejoice;
They close their ears at Jesus' voice;

They make the world and sin their choice,
And force their way to ruin.

3 The preachers warn them night and day;
For them the Christians weep and pray:
But sinners laugh and turn away,
And join the wicked, vain, and gay,
And throng the road to ruin.

4 Sometimes by preaching sinners see
They're doom'd to hell and misery;
To turn to God they then agree,
But O! 'tis wicked company

That leads them on to ruin.

5 Sometimes, when nothing else will do,
Affliction will his danger show,
And bring the haughty sinner low;
Then he'll repent, and pray, and vow
To leave the road to ruin.

6 In dreadful visions of the night,
The Lord doth guilty souls affright
They tremble at the awful sight,
But often with the morning light
Pursue the road to ruin.

7 When every way is tried in vain-
No more the Spirit strives with man-
The blow is struck-the sinner's slain-
O'erwhelm'd with guilt, and fear, and pain,
He sinks to endless ruin.

8 O sinners, turn-long time you've stood
Oppos'd to God and all that's good:
Lay down your arms, submit to God,
And thus be sav'd, through Jesus' blood
From sin and endless ruin.

137. 11's. Christian Lyre.
Turn ye! why will you die?

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,
Behold thy light is come;

Thy glorious conq'ring King is near;
To take his exiles home:

The trumpet's thund'ring through the skies,
To set poor captives free;

The day of wonder now is come,
The year of jubilee.

2 Ye heralds blow the trumpet loud,
Throughout the earth and sky;
Go spread the news from pole to pole,
Behold the judgment's nigh!
Enthron'd on clouds the Judge descends,
Inviting saints to come,

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And angels whisper us away

To their eternal home.

3 Arise! ye nations, from the tomb,
Before the Judge appear!'

All tongues and languages must come,
Their final doom to hear.

Blow out the sun, burn up the earth,
Consume the rolling flood;

Let nature groan in pangs of death-
The moon be turn'd to blood!

4 The joyful news of gospel grace,
To sinners now is o'er;

The trump in Zion now is still,
And to be heard no more :

The watchmen all have left their walls,
And with their flocks above,
They join with all the heavenly hosts,
To sing redeeming love.

5 Behold a pilgrim as he dies,
With glory in his view;

To heaven he lifts his longing eyes,
And bids the world adieu!

While friends are weeping all around,
And loth to let him go,

He shouts with his expiring breath,
And leaves them all below.

6 Farewell, my brethren in the Lord,
I hope to meet you there;

Although you tread enchanted ground,
Be bold, and never fear;

Fight on, fight on, ye conquering souls,
The heavenly land's in view;
I soon shall gain fair Canaan's shore,
And hope to meet with you.

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,
Proclaims the year of jubilee,

Return, ye exiles, home.

2 Behold! the new Jerusalem,
Illuminated by the Lamb,
In glory doth appear!
Fair Zion rising from the tomb,

To meet the Bridegroom, now he's come,
And hail the jub'lee year.

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,
I rise, where joy immortal reigns,
To view the rosy Spring.'

4 As larks and linnets sweetly sing,-
And hills and valleys round them ring-
'Scap'd from the fowler's snare;
A thousand years she here shall dwell,
And sing while Satan's chain'd in hell,
Which ends the jub'lee year.

The seventh trumpet we shall hear,
A great white throne shall then appear,
Ten thousand angels round;
An angel turns the moon to blood,
Puts out the sun, consumes the flood,
And burns the solid ground.

6 Arise, ye nations, and come forth!
From east to west, from south to north,
Behold the Judge is come!

What horrors seize the guilty breast!
Compell'd to stand the solenin test,
And hear the final doom!

7 Depart, ye curs'd! go down to hell,
With howling fiends for ever dwell,
'No more to see my 1
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My solemn warnings you withstood,
You set at nought my precious blood
And scoff'd at sovereign grace.'

8 See parents anu their children part!
Some shout for joy, some bleed in heart-
No more to meet again.
In fiery chariots Zion flies,

And quickly gains the upper skies
On Canaan's dazzling plain.

9 My soul is struggling to be there,
I long to rise and wing the air,
And trace the heavenly road-
Adieu! adieu, all earthly things!
O that I had an angel's wings,
I'd quickly see my God!

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,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
2 I love to meet amongst them now,
Before thy gracious feet to bow,
Though vilest of them all:-
How can I bear the piercing thought,
What if my name should be left out,
When thou for them shalt call?

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