1. YE hearts with youthful vigor warm,
In smiling crowds draw near,
And turn from every mortal charm
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2. He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you,
And lays his radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3. "The soul that longs to see my face
Is sure my love to gain;
And those that early seek my grace
Shall never seek in vain.'

4. What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compared with thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

5. Away, ye false, delusive toys,

Vain tempters of the mind!
"Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
For here true bliss I find.

232. 1. SINNERS, the voice of God regard; His mercy speaks to-day: He calls you, by his sovereign word, From sin's destructive way.

"He will abundantly pardon."
ISAIAH lv: 7, 8.

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

In pain you travel all your days,
To reap eternal woe!

3. But he that turns to God shall live.
Through his abounding grace;
His mercy will the guilt forgive
Of those who seck his face.

4. His love exceeds your highest thoughts;He pardons like a God:

He will forgive your numerous faults
Through a Redeemer's blood.

1. WHEN, rising from the bed of death,
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,

I see my Maker face to face-
Oh, how shall I appear!

2. If now, while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks,
And trembles at the thought;

3. When thou, O Lord! shall stand disclosed In majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul,
Oh, how shall I appear !

4. Then, see my sorrows, gracious Lord! Let mercy set me free,

While in the confidence of prayer

My heart takes hold of thee.

5. For never shall my soul despair
Thy mercy to procure,
Since thy beloved Son hath died
To make that mercy sure.

1. Now is th' accepted time,

Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.

2. Now is th' accepted time,

The Saviour calls to-day:
To-morrow it may be to late;
Then why should you delay?

3. Now is th' accepted time,

The gospel bids you come;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
4. Lord, draw reluctant souls,

And feast them with thy love;
Then will the angels swiftly fly
To bear the news above.

Now loose thee from each cumbering load,
And bend thee to the race

2. Make thy salvation sure;

All sloth and slumber shun;
Nor dare a moment rest secure,
Till thou the goal hast won.

3. Thy crown of life hold fast;

Thy heart with courage stay;
Nor let one trembling glance be cast
Along the backward way.

4. Thy path ascends the skies,

With conquering footsteps bright; And thou shalt win and wear the prize In everlasting light.

238

"Where shall rest be found?"

2. THE world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh: "Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.

2. Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.

4. There is a death whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

5. Lord God of truth and grace,

Teach us that death to shun; Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.

1. WEARY sinner! keep thine eyes
On th' atoning Sacrifice;
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee.

2. Surely, Christ thy griefs hath borne;
Weeping soul, no longer mourn:
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.

3. Cast thy guilty soul on him;
Find him mighty to redeem:
At his feet thy burden lay;
Look thy doubts and care away.

4. Lord, come thou with power to heal;
Now thy mighty arm reveal:
At thy feet myself I lay;
Take, oh, take my sins away!
244.

66 Now is the day of salvation." 1. HASTE, O sinner! now be wise; Stay not for the morrow's sun: Wisdom if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won.

2. Haste, and mercy now implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er
Ere the morrow is begun.

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, tnrn! 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?