4 Ye sinners, come! 'tis Mercy's voice;
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys-
And can you yet delay?
5 Freely approach, and welcome taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast
Of nobler joys above.
264. C. M. WESLEYS.
The new creation by Christ.
1 FATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord,
My Saviour and my head;
I trust in thee, whose pow'rful word
Hath rais'd him from the dead.
2 Eternal life to all mankind
Thou hast in Jesus giv'n;
And all who seek, thro' him, shall find
The happiness of heav'n.
3 Obedient faith that waits on thee,
Thou never wilt reprove;
But thou wilt form thy Son in` me,
And perfect me in love.
4 To thee, the glory of thy pow'r
And faithfulness I give;
I shall in Christ at that glad hour,
And Christ in me shall live.
265. L. M. DODDRIDGE.
Christ's second appearing.
1 MY waken'd soul, extend thy wings
Beyond the verge of mortal things;
See this vain world in smoke decay,
And rocks and mountains melt away.
2 Behold the fi'ry deluge roll
Through heav'n's wide arch from pole to
pole,
Pale sun-no more thy lustre boast;
Tremble and fall, ye starry host.
3 The wreck of nature all around,
The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound,
Loud the descending Judge proclaim,
And echo his tremendous name.
4 Children of Adam, all appear
With rev'rence round his awful bar;
For as his lips pronounce, ye go
To endless bliss or unknown woe.
5 LORD! to my eyes this scene display,
Frequent through each returning day;
And let thy grace my soul prepare
To find complete redemption there.
1 THAT solemn day will soon arrive,
Th' important, the decisive day,
When, from death's awful slumber rous'd,
God's dread command all must obey.
2 Deep thunders usher in the morn,
And through the heav'ns tremendous roll:
The wide expanse is all on fire,
While lightnings blaze from pole to pole.
3 In glory, see! the Judge descends,
Array'd in majesty and might;
Attended by ten thousand saints,
And angels of celestial light.
4 The trumpet's loud and dreadful blast,
Sounds through the regions of the dead:
With terror some, and some with joy,
Rise from the dust, their lowly bed.
5 All-righteous and eternal Judge!
When summon'd at thy bar to stand;
May we, acquitted and approv'd,
Be crown'd with bliss at thy right hand.
267. P. M. SALISBURY COLLECTION.
The same subject.
1 LO! he comes from heav'n descending,
Sent to judge both quick and dead;
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels,
See our great exalted head.
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, Son of God.
2 Full of awful expectation,
All before the Judge appear; Truth and justice go before him; Now the joyful sentence hear.
Welcome, welcome, Judge divine.
3 "Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter into life and joy;
Banish all your fear and sorrow,
Endless praise be your employ.
Hallelujah!
Welcome, welcome, to the skies."
4 Now at once they rise to glory,
Jesus brings them to the King;
There, with all the hosts of heav'n,
They eternal anthems sing.
Glory be to GoD on high.
268. C. M. CowPER.
Human frailty acknowledged.
1 WEAK and irresolute is man:
The purpose of to-day,
Woven with pains into his plan,
To-morrow rends away.
2 Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part;
Virtue engages his assent,
But pleasure wins his heart.
3 Life's voyage is of awful length,
Through dangers little known:
A stranger to superior strength,
Man vainly trusts his own.
4 But oars alone can ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heav'n must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.
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