2. Stop, thoughtless sinner, stop awhile and ponder, Ere death arrest thee, and the Judge, in vengeance, Hurl from His presence thine affrighted spirit, Swift to perdition. 3. Oft has He called thee, but thou wouldst not hear Him. Mercies and judgment have alike been slighted; Yet He is gracious, and with arms unfolded, Waits to embrace thee. 4. But, if you trifle with His gracious message, Cleave to the world and love its guilty pleasures, Mercy, grown weary, shall in righteous judgment Quit you forever. 5. Where the worm dies not, and the fire eternal, Fills the lost soul with anguish and with terror, There shall the sinner spend a long forever, Dying unpardoned. 6. Oh! guilty sinner, hear the voice of warning; 1. FROM the recesses of a lowly spirit, Our humble prayer ascends; O Father! hear it, Upsoaring on the wings of awe and meekness; Forgive its weakness! 2. We see Thy hand: it leads us, it supports us; We hear Thy voice: it counsels and it courts us; And then we turn away; and still Thy kindness Forgives our blindness. 3. O, how long-suffering, Lord! but Thou delightest To win with love the wandering; Thou invitest, By smiles of mercy, not by frowns or terrors, Man from his errors. 4. Father and Saviour! plant within each bosom. BOWRING. 1. THOU hast been called to God, rebellious heart, By many an awful and neglected sign, By many a joy which came and did depart For that thou didst not fear to call them thine. 2. Thou hast been called when o'er thy trembling head The storm in all its fury hath swept by, And whelmed with greedy roar the struggling dead, Who never more may meet thy anxious eye. 3. Thou hast been called when by some early grave Thou stoodest, yearning for what might not be, And murmuring against the God that gave, Because He claims His gifts again from thee. 4. Oh hear it, sinner-hear that warning voice Which vainly yet hath struck thy hardened ear, 5. Lest when thy struggling soul would quit the frame Which bound it here by sin and passion tost, Thy Saviour's voice should wake despairing shame; "I call'd thee, and thou wouldst not-and art lost." 12s. MRS. NORTON. 1 376. 1. THE Chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire, As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of his ire, Lo, self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud, And the heav'ns with the burden of Godhead are bowed. 2. The glory! the glory! around Him are poured Mighty hosts of the angels that wait on the Lord : And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there, And there all who the palm-wreaths of victory wear. 3. The trumpet! the trumpet! the dead have all heard; Lo, the depths of the stone-covered charnel are stirred! From sea, from the earth, from the south, from the north, All the vast generations of man are come forth. 4. The judgment! the judgment! the thrones are all set; Where the Lamb, and the white-vested elders are met;' There all flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord, 377. 11s. MILMAN. 1. O TURN ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die, When God in great 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. And now Christ 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. Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart, And trusting in Heaven, we never shall part; 1. SINNER! come, 'mid thy gloom, All thy guilt confessing; Trembling now, contrite bow, 379. 2. Sinner! come, while there's room- 3. Sinner! come, ere thy doom 4. Sinner! come to thy home, With true sorrow streaming. 12s & 8s. 1. WHEN the harvest is past, and the summer is gone, And sermons and prayers shall be o'er; When the beams cease to break of the blest Sabbath morn, And Jesus invites thee no more. 2. When the rich gales of mercy no longer shall blow, The Gospel no message declare Sinner, how canst thou bear the deep wailing of woe, How suffer the night of despair? 3. When the holy have gone to the regions of peace, To dwell in the mansion above; When their harmony wakes, in the fullness of bliss, Their song to the Saviour of love 4. Say, O sinner, that livest at rest and secure, Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure, S. F. SMITH. 380. 381. 6s. 1. COME, wandering sheep, O come! And heard thee faintly cry, 6s & 7s. 1. LOVE, Love, on earth appears! And wipes their tears away: 2. He saw me as He passed, In hopeless sorrow lie, Condemned and doomed to death, Long and loud the strain should be, 3. "I die for thee," He said- 4. Now in the grave He's laid, Hush'd, my harp, thy murmurs be, |