1 HASTE, trav'ler, haste! the night comes

on,

And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art far from home and rest: Haste, trav'ler, haste!

2 The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path; no refuge near:

Haste, trav'ler, haste!

3 Haste, while a shelter you may gain,-
A covert from the wind and rain,
A hiding-place, a rest, a home,
A refuge from the wrath to come;
Haste, trav'ler, haste!

4 Then linger not in all the plain;
Flee for thy life the mountain gain;
Look not behind; make no delay;
Oh, speed thee, speed thee on thy way!
Haste, trav'ler, haste!

1 SINNERS, turn; why will ye die!
God, your Maker, asks you why-
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live.

2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die!
God, your Saviour, asks you why-
He who did your souls retrieve,
He who died, that ye might live.
3 Will you let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransomed sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die!
4 Sinners, turn; why will ye die!
God, the Spirit, asks you why-
He who all your lives hath strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love.

5 Will ye not his grace receive?
Will ye still refuse to live?
Oh! ye dying sinners, why
Will ye grieve your God, and die!

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1 WHY will ye waste on trifling cares
That life which God's compassion spare
While, in the various range of thought
The one thing needful is forgot.

2 Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pai
And all these pleas unite in vain?

3 Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you now pursue:
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God! thy grace impart;
Fix deep conviction on each heart;
Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares.

On, do not let the word depart,
And close thine eyes against the light;
Poor sinner, harden not thy heart:

Thou wouldst be saved; why not tonight?

To-morrow's sun may never rise

To bless thy long deluded sight;

This is the time; oh, then be wise!

1 HEART of stone, relent, relent! Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; Sce his body mangled, rent,

Covered with his flowing blood: Sinful soul, what hast thou done! Crucified th' incarnate Son!

2 Yes: thy sins have done the deed, Driv'n the nails that fixed him there, Crowned with thorns his sacred head, Pierced him with the cruel spear, Made his soul a sacrifice,

While for sinful man he dies.

3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain? Still to death thy Lord pursue? Open all his wounds again,

And the shameful cross renew? No: with all my sins I'll part: Break, oh, break, my bleeding heart!

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night?

3 Our God in pity lingers still;

And wilt thou thus his love requite? Renounce at length thy stubborn will: Thou wouldst be saved; why not tonight?

1 Our blesséd Lord refuses none

Who would to him their souls unite; Then be the work of grace begun : Thou wouldst be saved; why not tonight?

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L. M.

To torrents melt my streaming eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal.

2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals poured on Jesus' name:
The Father wounded through the Son;
The world abused, the soul undone.
3 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My spirit yearns o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim
And snatch the firebrands from the flamo

was a wayward child;

I once preferred to roam;

But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love his home!

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"It is God which worketh in you."
Nor all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has given,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
Can raise a soul to heaven.
The sovereign will of God alone
Creates us heirs of grace;
3orn in the image of his Son,
A new, peculiar race.

The Spirit, like some heavenly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh,
New-models all the carnal mind,
And forms the man afresh.
Our quickened souls awake and rise
From the long sleep of death;
On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.

C. M.

L. M. 61.

HERE is my heart I give it thee! My God, I heard thee call, and say, 'Not to the world, my child · - to me!"

I heard thy voice and will obey: Here is love's offering to my King, Which in glad sacrifice I bring.

Here is my heart! the gift, though poor, Thou, O my God, wilt not despise; Long have I sought to make it pure

And fit to meet thy searching eyes: Corrupted first in Adam's fall, The stains of sin pollute it all. Here is my heart! - so hard before, But now by thy rich grace made meet; Yet bruised and sad it can but pour Its tears and anguish at thy feet: It groans beneath the weight of sin, It sighs salvation's joy to win. Here is my heart! its longings end In Christ as near his cross it draws; It says, "Thou art my rest, my Friend, Thy precious blood my ransom was: In thee, the Saviour, it has found That peace and blessedness abound.

554

Surrender to the Love of God. C. P. M.

1 LORD, thou hast won; at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compelled,
Surrenders all to thee:
Against thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against thy love?
Love conquers even me.

2 If thou hadst bid thy thunders roll,
And lightnings flash to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been:
But mercy has my heart subdued:
A bleeding Saviour I have viewed,
And now, I hate my sin.

3 Now, Lord, I would be thine alone;
Come, take possession of thine own,
For thou hast set me free :
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my powers in waiting stand,
To be employed by thee.

3 God calling yet!-- and shall he knock,
And I my heart the closer lock?
He still is waiting to receive,
And shall I dare his Spirit grieve?

4 God calling yet!- and shall I give
No heed, but still in bondage live?
I wait, but he does not forsake;
He calls me still! my heart, awake!
5 God calling yet!-I cannot stay;
My heart I yield without delay:
Vain world, farewell! from thee I part;
The voice of God hath reached my heart!

557 Repentance in view of God's Patience.

1 AND are we wretches vet alive! And do we yet rebel!

'T is boundless, 't is amazing love, That bears us up from hell!

C. M.

2 The burden of our weighty guilt
Would sink us down to flames;
And threatening vengeance rolls above,
To crush our feeble frames.

3 Almighty goodness cries "Forbear!"
And straight the thunder stays;
And dare we now provoke his wrath,
And weary out his grace?

4 Lord, we have long abused thy love,
Too long indulged our sin;
Our aching hearts now bleed to see
What rebels we have been.

5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command;
No more will we obey:

Stretch out, O God, thy conquering hand, And drive thy foes away.

Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:

I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
High as the mountains rose;

I know his courts, I'll enter in,

Whatever may oppose.

Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.

1 JUST as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bid'st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come!

2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose blood can cleanse each spo
O Lamb of God, I come!

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come!
4 Just as I am poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

5 Just as I am thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve; Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come !

6 Just as I am

thy love unknown Hath broken every barrier down; Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come!

560 "Against Thee, Thee only, have I sinned.” C. M

1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet
A guilty rebel lies;

And upward to thy mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow.