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Expostulation with Sinners.
1 SINNER, the voice of God regard;
He calls you, by his sovereign word,
2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest,
A thousand stings within your breast
3 Why will you in the crooked ways
In pain you travel all your days,
4 But he who turns to God shall live,
5 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
Submit to him, your sovereign Lord,
6 His love exceeds your highest thoughts;
He will forgive your numerous faults
1 SINNERS, turn; why will ye die?
2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
3 Will ye let him die in vain ?
Why, unpardoned sinners, why
4 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
5 Will ye not
8s, 7s & 4.
1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message
Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the gospel
"Free forgiveness in his name."
3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor;
And, with news of consolation,
Tender heralds !
Chase away the falling tears.
4 Who hath our report believed?
Offered to you by the Lord.
50 ye angels, hovering round us,
Glad the message will obey.
1 O, SINNER, why so thoughtless grown? Why in such dreadful haste to die? Daring to leap to worlds unknown! Heedless against thy God to fly!
2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urged on by sin's delusive dreams?
Sinners invited to immediate Repentance. 1 WHILE life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah, soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, O, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found.
3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring,
And none be found to hear or save.
4 In that lone land of deep despair,
5 Now God invites; how blest the day!
1 "REPENT!" the voice celestial cries;
The soul that scorns the mandate dies,
2 No more the sovereign eye of God
His heralds now are sent abroad
3 O sinners, in his presence bow,
4 Soon will the awful trumpet sound,
His mercy knows th' appointed bound,
5 Amazing love, that yet will call,
Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,
6s & 4s.
The Saviour calls.
1 TO-DAY the Saviour calls:
Ye wanderers, come;
O ye benighted souls,
2 To-day the Saviour calls:
Within these sacred walls
3 To-day the Saviour calls:
The storm of justice falls,
4 The Spirit calls to-day:
12s & 11s.
J. B. HAGUE.
"The Harvest is past, the Summer is ended."
1 HARK, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee, And warnings with accents of mercy doth blend; Give ear to his voice, lest in judgment he meet thee; "The harvest is passing, the summer will end."
2 How oft of thy danger and guilt he hath told thee! How oft still the message of mercy doth send! Haste, haste, while he waits in his arms to enfold thee; “The harvest is passing, the summer will end.” ́ 3 Despised, rejected, at length he may leave thee: What anguish and horror thy bosom will rend! Then haste thee, O sinner, while he will receive thee; "The harvest is passing, the summer will end.” 4 Ere long, and Jehovah will come in his power; Our God will arise, with his foes to contend: Haste, haste thee, O sinner; prepare for that hour; "The harvest is passing, the summer will end." 5 The Saviour will call thee in judgment before him: O, bow to his sceptre, and make him thy Friend; Now yield him thy heart, and make haste to adore him; Thy harvest is passing, thy summer will end."
The Sinner at the Judgment.
1 WHEN thy mortal life is fled,
S. F. SMITH.
When the death-shades o'er thee spread,
Sinner, where wilt thou appear?