1 TELL me, wanderer, wildly roving
From the path that leads to peace,
Pleasure's false enchantment loving,
When will thy delusion cease?
2 Once, like thee, by joys surrounded,
I could kneel at pleasure's shrine;
Then my brightest hopes were bounded
By delights as false as thine.
3 But those visions scarce had blest me
When that fleeting day was o'er;
Then the world, that had caressed me,
Charmed me with its smiles no more.
4 Such is pleasure's transient story;
Lasting happiness is known
Only in the path to glory—
In the Saviour's love alone.
Sinner, prepare to meet God. - NEWTON.
1 SINNER, art thou still secure?
Will thou still refuse to pray
Can thy heart or hand endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
2 See, his mighty arm is bared,
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepared-
Thou must either break or bow.
3 Who his advent may abide?
You, who glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide,
When the world is wrapped in flame?
4 Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel voice;
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
Expostulation. - URWICK'S COLL.
1 SINNER, what hast thou to show
Like the joys believers know?
Is thy path of fading flowers
Half so bright, so sweet as ours?
2 Doth a skilful, healing friend
On thy daily path attend,
And where thorns and stings abound,
Shed a balm on every wound?
3 When the tempest rolls on high,
'Hast thou still a refuge nigh?
Can, O can thy dying breath
Summon one more strong than death?
4 Canst thou in that awful day
Fearless tread the gloomy way,
Plead a glorious ransom given,
Burst from earth and soar to heaven?
The Accepted Time. DOBELL.
1 Now is the accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
O, sinners! come, without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is the accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late;
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is the accepted time,
The gospel bids you come :
And every promise, in his word,
Declares there yet is room.
4 Lord! draw reluctant souls,
And melt them by thy love;
Then will the angels speed their way
To bear the news above.
"Jesus beheld the city and wept over it."-COLVER.
1 WEEP for the lost! Thy Saviour wept
O'er Salem's hapless doom;
He wept, to think their day was past,
And come their night of gloom.
2 Weep for the lost! The prophets wept
O'er Israel's gloomy fate,
When Vengeance had unsheathed her sword;
Repentance came too late.
3 Weep for the lost! Apostles wept,
That men should error choose;
That dying men should Christ reject,
And endless life refuse.
4 Weep for the lost! The lost will weep,
In that long night of woe,
On which no star of hope will rise,
And tears in vain will flow.
5 Weep for the lost! Lord, make us weep,
And toil, with ceaseless care,
To save our friends, ere yet they pass
That point of deep despair.
1 MIGHTY Redeemer, set me free
From all the bonds of sin;
O make my soul alive to thee,
And cleanse my heart within.
2 Open my eyes, unstop my ears,
And mould my heart afresh;
Give me new passions, joys, and fears,
And turn the stone to flesh.
3 Far from the regions of the dead,
From sin, and earth, and hell,
In the new world, that grace hath made,
I would forever dwell.
Penitent's Prayer. — WATTS.
10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry!
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Submission at the bleeding Cross. -WATTS.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my sovereign die ;
Did he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done,
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown,
And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.
5 But floods of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away,
'Tis all that I can do.
The burdened Penitent going to Christ.—AM. MESSENGER.
1 JUST as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidst me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
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