CHILD OF SIN AND SORROW. 6s & 4s. TH. HASTINGS. 1. A Child of sin and sor-row, Filled with dis-may. Wait not for tomorrow, Yield thee to-day; } Heaven bids thee come, while yet there's room, D. . Child of sin and sorrow, Hear and obey. Fine. D. C. 1. Go, watch and pray! thou caust not tell How near thine hour may be; 9:3 Death's countless snares be - set thy way! Frail child of dust, go watch and pray! 9: 386. Es & 6s. 2. Fond youth, while free from blighting care, Does thy firm pulse beat high? Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair, Soon these must change, must pass away; 3. Thon aged man, life's wintry storm Hath scared thy vernal bloom; With trembling limbs, and wasting form, The heavenly warning now obey; TO-DAY THE SAVIOUR CALLS. 6s & 4s. L. MASON. 1. To-day the Saviour calls Ye wand'rers, home: O, ye benighted souls Why longer roam? 1. Oh, there will be mourning Before the judgment-seat, When this world is burning, Beneath Jehovah's feet. Friends and kindred there will part, Will part to meet no more; Wrath will sink the rebel's heart, While saints on high adore. Oh! there will be mourning Before the judgment-seat 390. 6s & 7s. 2. O, there will be mourning Before the judgment seat! When the trumpet's warning The sinner's car shall greet! 3. O, there will be mourning Before the judgment seat! When, from dust returning. Tho lost their doom shall meet. 4. O, there will be mourning Before the judgment seat; Justice, ever frowning, Shall seal the sinner's fate. HARK! THOSE HAPPY VOICES. Spiritual Songs. 1. Hark! those happy voices, saying, "Yet there's room: Sinner, come, Heaven's call obeying." 2. Now the feast is spread before thee, Wait no more, Grace implore, Peace shall then come o'er thee. 1. Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour and God? O! He 4 died on Cal-va - ry, To atone for you and me. And to purchase our pardon with blood. ARNON. C. P. M. 4 4 4 4 From Roor & SWEETSER'S Collection. Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save a have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my 2 soul from death, God hath done, 2. Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, That righteousness my robe shall be, And bring me near to God. 3. Then save me from eternal death, By Him some word of life impart. 4. The king of terrors then would be 394. C. P. M. TOPLADY. 1. My days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres Around the steady pole; Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 2. The grave is near the cradle seen, Must groan, and gasp, and die! 3. But shall my soul be then extinct, 4. My soul, attend the solemn call, 395. C. P. M. GREEN. 1. WHAT is the world?-a wildering maze, Whose sin hath track'd ten thousand ways, Her victims to ensnare; All broad and winding, and aslope, 2. Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, 3. Is there no guide to show that path? MONTGOMERY. |