115 (2d P.) 8.7.4. Helmsley 223. Painswick 162. The Gospel Message; or, Reconciliation to God.

1

INNERS, you are now addressed
In the name of Christ our Lord;

He hath sent a message to you,

Pay attention to his word;

He hath sent it,

Pay attention to his word.

2 Think what you have all been doing,
Think what rebels you have been;
You have spent your lives in nothing
But in adding sin to sin :

All your actions

One continued scene of sin.

3 Yet your long-abused Sovereign
Sends to you a message mild,
Loth to execute his vengeance,
Prays you to be reconcil'd:
Hear him woo you,-
Sinners, now be reconcil'd.

4 Pardon now is freely publish'd
Through the Mediator's blood;
Who hath died to make atonement
And appease the wrath of God !
Wondrous mercy!

See it flows through Jesus' blood!
5 In his name you are entreated
To accept this act of grace;
This the day of your acceptance,
Listen to the terms of

O delay not,

peace:

Listen to the terms of peace.

6 Having thus, then, heard the message,
All with heavenly mercy fraught;
Go, and tell the gracious Jesus

If you will be say'd or not:

Say, poor sinner,

Will you now be sav'd or not?

123

MR. FOUNTAIN.

115 (3d P.) L. M. Gould's 272. Lewton 30. Why will ye die? Ezek xxxiii. 10.

1 WHY, thoughtless sinner, wilt thou die? Can the infernal regions charın?

Or wilt thou yet believe the lie, That sin can do thy soul no harm? 2 God has pronounc'd the sinner's doom In ruin soon his course must end: Wilt thou on peace in sin presume? Or on what confidence dépend? 3 Hast thou an arm like God most high, In equal war with him to meet? Canst thou his thunderbolts defy? Or quench his flames beneath thy feet? 4 Deluded worm !-beware in time; Now let the fatal contest cease; Confess thy guilt, abhor thy crime, And humbly sue for terms of peace. 5 Peace is proclaim'd! O, bless the sound Of pardon bought with blood divine: God has himself the ransom found, Which could atone for sins like thine. 6 Embrace him with ecstatic joy; His praise proclaim with every breath: Who him reject their souls destroy; Who hate him are in love with death. DR. RYLAND (4th P.) L. M. New Sabbath 122. Ulverston 179.

115 (4th P.)

The Unworthy not unwelcome, but made willing..

1 HOW sweet thy invitations be!

But are they, Lord, for such as we?
We, who transgressors are, and vile,
And most unworthy of thy smile?
2 Unworthy of the ground we tread,
The liquid drop, the crumb of bread;-
Of sight, of hearing, feeling, taste,
Then much more of thy saving grace.

3 But thou didst once a feast prepare,
And all around were welcome there;
Those who obey'd the festive call,
And those who would not come at all.
4 Yet though we all unworthy be,
Are we unwelcome, Lord, to thee?
For thou invitest us to come,

And find in thee our blissful home.
5 We hail thy invitations, Lord,
These are our welcome in thy word;
But higher praise is yet thy due,
If thou hadst made us willing too.
6 [Let others know th' attractive day,
And never more perversely say,
We WILL NOT come for life to Thee-
But, WE WILL to the Saviour flee.]
7 As all are welcome to thy grace,

Th' unworthiest of the human race;
Make thousands willing, Lord, we pray,
Draw them by cords of love to day.

115 (5th P.) L. M. China 300. Bampton 275. The Samaritan Woman.- -"Come see a man," &c.

1 NOW if I visit Jacob's well,

And ask, while Christ himself is there,
He'll freely give the vital stream-
Where he is, living waters are.

2 My fainting soul shall thirst no more
For sensual streams of bliss below,
When I have tasted those rich springs,
Which into life and glory flow.

3 'Tis without money, without price,
My soul may richly take her fill;
None shall be empty sent away,
For all may come and draw that will.

4 I leave my pitcher at the well,

And haste my numerous friends to bring,

That we may all together go,

And drink of that delightful spring.

5 Lord, let them taste as I have done,
And then their ready cheerful feet
Will go, not for my word alone,
But go, because they find it sweet.

116 (1st P.) C. M. Worksop 31. Crowle 3,

Let the wicked forsake his way.

Isaiah lv. 7.

1 SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
'Tis mercy speaks to-day;

He calls you, by his sovereign 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 hell;
Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,
Shut up in black despair?

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

In pain you travel all your days
reap immortal woe !

To

5 But he that turns to God shall live
Thro' his abounding grace:

His merey will the guilt forgive
Of those that seek his face.

6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Renouncing every sin;

Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts;
He pardons like a God;

He will forgive your numerous faults,,
Thro' the Redeemer's blood.

DR. FAWCETT.

116(2dP.)L. M. Tooley Street 279. Bredby 165.

The Angels hastened Lot. Gen. xix. 85.

I made haste, and delayed not.

Psal. cxix. 60.

1 HASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,

And stay not for the morrow's sun ;

The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is she to be won.

2 O hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy season should be o'er
Before this evening's stage be run.
30 hasten, sinner, to return,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear thy lamp should fail to burn
Before the needful work is done.
4 hasten, sinner, to be blest,

And stay not for the morrow's sun,
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Before the morrow is begun.

5 O Lord, do thou the sinner turn!

Now rouse him from his senseless state!
O let him not thy counsel spurn,

Nor rue his fatal choice too late!

116 (3dP.) L. M. Rowles 73. Coombs's 45.

Strive to enter in at the Strait Gate. Luke xiii. 24.

1 STRAIT is the Gate; but Jesus cries,
"Sinner set forth and reach the skies
The seats of bliss I long to fill,

Here's room for thousands, millions still."
2 What can th' invited sinner say?
Say this Behold I come away!
I will provoke thy love no more;
O do not rise and shut the door!"

3 Say this, and heaven, with new-rais'd song, Shall hail, and bid thee come along;

No!" cries the sinner, with disdain,

"If Jesus calls, he calls in vain."