CALL TO REPENTANCE.

113.

8, 7, 4. . Sinners, hear for God hath spoken,

'Tis the God that reigns on high : He whose law the world has broken, Sends you tidings of great joy!

Hear his message, Hear it, sinners, lest you die. 2 Hear the gospel, sinners, hear it:

Joyful news from heav'n it brings: Hero's a fountain, o draw near it! Open'd by tho King of kings:

Living water
Thence in streams eternal springs.
3 Sinnere, hear--why will you perish?

Death to life, O why prefer?
Why your vain delusions cherish?
Why from truth persist to err?

Wisdom calls you,
Happy they who learn of her.
114.

C. M.
CHILDREN, and have you never known

The message from above ?
Give me, says Christ, thy heart, my son,

Give me thine earliest love,

2 True, there's another secks your liearts,

Another asks your love;
The flattering world tries all her arts,

Your youthful minds to move.
3 Choose, ye; to-day he calls, to-day

Oh! listen to his voice,
And make the Lord, without delay,

Your early, only choice.

115.

C. M.
SINNERS, the voice of God regard,

Jis mercy speaks to-day ;
He calls you by his sov'reign word,

From sin's destructive way.
2 Your path is dark, and leads to hell;

Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,

Shut up in black despair?
3 Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin;
Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord,

And learn his wi}', divine.

4 His love exceeds your utmost thoughts,

He pardons like & God:
He will forgive your num'rous faults,

Through a Redeemer's blood.

Come, Children, hail the Prince of Peace;

Obey the Saviour's call : Come, seek his face, and taste his grace,

And crown him Lord of all.

2 Ye lambs of Christ your tribute bring,

Ye children great and small; Hosannas sing to Christ your king,

0! crown him Lord of all.

3 This Jesus will your sins forgive,

For you he drank the gall,
For you ho died, that you might live

To crown him Lord of all.

4 Ye angels round his throne unite,

While we before him fall;
Ye saints assist with all your might,

To crown him Lord of all.

6 Let all these children, Lord, be thino,

When sav'd from Satan's thrall;
Then we shall meat at Jesus' feet,

To crown him Lord of all.

KEPENTANCE.

117.

L, M. Up to thy throne I'll lift my eyes, Thou wilt regard my early cries ; God will not

frown my soul away, He loves to hear his children pray. 2 To him I'll dedicate my days,

Then shall I prosper in my ways;
And whilst my calling I pursue,

His praise shall terminate my view. 3 O, may his condescending love,

Still draw my heart to things above,
That I among his saints may know
The joys of heav'n begun below.

118.

C. M. O Thou whose tender inercy hears

Contrition's humble sigh, Whose land indulgent wipes the tears

From sorrow's weeping eye ; 2 Sea, low before thy throne of grace,

A wretched wand'rer mourn ; Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?

3 And shall my guilty fears prevail,

To drive me from thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge faii,

This only safe retreat.
4 O shine on this benighted heart,

With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
119.

C. M.
Alas, and did my Saviour bleed!

And did my sov'reign dio !
Wouid he devote that sacred head

For such a worm as I?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done,

He groan’d upon the trec ?
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 drops of grief can ne'er repay

The debt of love I owe;
Here, Lord, I give myself away,

Tis all that I can do