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;
Fly to the Saviour, and embrace His pardon;
So shall your spirit meet, with joy triumphant,
Death and the judgment.

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.
The seeds of holiness, and bid them blossom
In fragrance and in beauty bright and vernal,
And spring eternal.

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,
Hear, and glad troops of angels shall rejoice
Over the sinner's warm, repentant tear.

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,
And the doom of eternity hangs on His word.

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;
O how can we leave you? why will you not come?
We'll journey together, and soon be at home,

1. SINNER! come, 'mid thy gloom,

All thy guilt confessing;

Trembling now, contrite bow,
Take the offered blessing.

379.

2. Sinner! come, while there's room-
While the feast is waiting;
While the Lord, by His word,
Kindly is inviting.

3. Sinner! come, ere thy doom
Shall be sealed forever;
Now return, grieve and mourn,
Flee to Christ, the Saviour.

4. Sinner! come to thy home,
High in heaven gleaming;
To the sky lift thine eye,

With true sorrow streaming.
5. Sínner! haste, time fleets fast,
And the grave is yawning;
Win renown, seize the crown,
Eternity is dawning.

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,
Who fearest no trouble to come,

Can thy spirit the swellings of sorrow endure,
Or bear the impenitent's doom?

S. F. SMITH.

380.

381.

6s.

1. COME, wandering sheep, O come!
I'll bind thee to My breast;
I'll bear thee to thy home,
And lay thee down to rest.
2. I saw thee stray forlorn,

And heard thee faintly cry,
And on the tree of scorn
For thee I deign'd to die-
3. I shield thee from alarms,
And wilt thou not be blest?
I bear thee in My arms;
Thou, bear me in thy breast!

6s & 7s.

1. LOVE, Love, on earth appears!
The wretched throng His way;
He beareth all their griefs,

And wipes their tears away:
Soft and sweet the strain should be,
Saviour, when I sing of Thee.

2. He saw me as He passed,

In hopeless sorrow lie,

Condemned and doomed to death,
And no salvation nigh;

Long and loud the strain should be,
When I sing His love to me.

3. "I die for thee," He said-
Behold the cross arise!
And lo! He bows His head-
He bows His head, and dies!
Soft, my harp, thy breathings be
Let me weep on Calvary.

4. Now in the grave He's laid,
In death's funereal gloom;
Stern watchmen in the shade,
A seal upon the tomb :

Hush'd, my harp, thy murmurs be,
Christ is sleeping there for thee!