After all his flow of love,
All his drawings from above,
Why will ye our Lord deny ?
Why will ye resolve to die?
2 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn:
By his life your God hath sworn ;
He would have you turn and live,
He would all the world receive;
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, beseech, and cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?

3 Sinners, turn, while God is near: Dare not think him insincere:

Now, ev'n now, your Saviour stands,
All day long he spreads his hands;
Cries, "Ye will not happy be;
No, ye will not come to me,-
Me, who life to none deny;
Why will ye resolve to die?"

4 Can you doubt if God is love?
If to all his bowels move?

Will you not his word receive?
Will you not his oath believe?
See! your suffering Lord appears!
Jesus weeps; believe his tears!
Mingled with his blood, they cry,
Why will ye resolve to die?"

HYMN 79. C. M. [46]

LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the Gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.

2 Ho! all the hungry, starving souls, That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;

3 Eternal wisdom hath prepar'd
A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst,
With springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here,
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows

Like floods of milk and wine.
6 The happy gates of Gospel grace,
Stand open night and day:
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.

HYMN 80. C. M. [47]

SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
"Tis mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sacred word
From sin's destructive way.

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
You live, devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast
Deprive your souls of ease.

3 Your way is dark, and leads to death: Why will you persevere ?

Can you in endless torments breathe,
Shut up in black despair?

4 Why will you in the naked ways
Of sin and folly go?

In pain you travel all your days,
To reap eternal wo.

5 But he that turns to God shall live,
Through his abounding grace:
His mercy will the guilt forgive,
Of those that seek his face.

HYMN 81. C. M. [47]

TERRIBLE thought! shall I alone,
Who may be saved, shall I,
Of all, alas! whom I have known,
Through sin forever die?

2 While all my old companions dear,
With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God's right hand appear,
A blessing to receive—

3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,
Dragg'd to the judgment seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,
My fearful doom to meet?

4 Ah! no;-I still may turn and live,
For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
And offers me his grace;

5 I will accept his offers now;
From every sin depart;
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
And render him my heart.

HYMN 82. C. M. [48]

MY drowsy powers why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing hath half thy work to do,
Yet nothing's half so dull.

2 Go to the ants; for one poor grain See how they toil and strive!

Yet we who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live!

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;
We, for whose guard the angel bands
Come flying from above.

4 We, for whom God the Son came down, And labor'd for our good,

How careless to secure that crown

He purchas'd with his blood.

5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?

Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts.

7 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous souls to rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.

HYMN 83. L. M. [49]

THOU boastest, "I am wise and rich,
Increas'd in goods, and nothing need ;”
And dost thou know thou art a wretch,
Naked and poor, and blind and dead.
2 Yet while I thus rebuke I love;
My message, is in mercy sent;
That thou may'st my compassion prove,
I can forgive if thou repent.

3 Wouldst thou be truly rich and wise;
Come buy my gold in fire well tried;
My ointment, to anoint thine eyes;
My robe, thy nakedness to hide.

4 See, at thy door I stand and knock;
Poor Sinner, shall I wait in vain?
Quickly thy stubborn heart unlock,
That I may enter with my train.

5 Thou canst not entertain a King,
Unworthy thou of such a guest!
But I my own provision bring,
To make thy soul a heav'nly feast.

HYMN 84. L. M. [50]

THE God of Glory walks his round,
From day to day, from year to year;
And warns us each with awful sound,
No longer stand ye idle here.

2 Ye whose young cheeks are rosy bright, Whose hands are strong, whose hearts are clear,

Waste not of hope the morning light;
Ah, fools, why stand ye idle here?
3 And ye whose locks of scanty gray
Foretell your latest travail near;
How swiftly fades your worthless day,
And stand ye yet so idle here?
4 One hour remains, there is but one;
But many a shriek, and many a tear,
Thro' endless years the guilt must moan,
Of moments lost and wasted here.

HYMN 85. S. M. [398]

LET sinners choose the road,
That leads them down to death;
But in the worship of my God
I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts address his throne,
When morning brings the light;
I seek his blessing every noon,
And pay my vows at night.

3 Thou wilt regard my cries,
O my eternal God,