We read the grace, we trust the word, 5 Let men or angels dig the mines, 1 The Call. SINNERS, the voice of God regard; 'Tis mercy speaks to-day; He calls you by his sov'reign word, 2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest, A thousand stings, within your breast, 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell; Can you in endless torments dwell, 4 Why will you in the crooked ways In pain you travel all your days, 5 But he, that turns to God, shall live, His mercy will the guilt forgive 6 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Submit to him your sov'reign Lord, His love exceeds you highest thoughts; And will forgive your num'rous faults, Thro' a Redeemer's blood. HYMN 31. Sixth Part. P. M. The gospel Trumpet-Jubilee. 1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow, The gladly solemn sound! Let all the nations know Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 3 Ye, who have sold for nought Shall have it back, unsought, 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive; And safe in Jesus dwell, 5 The gospel trumpet hear, Ye happy souls, draw near, Ye mournful souls be glad : HYMN 32. First Part. C. M. Gratitude. 1H As my eternal God, OW can I sink with such a prop Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, 3 All that I am, and all I have, Whate'er my duty bids me give, 4 Yet if I might make some reserve, 1 I love my God with zeal so great, S HYMN 32. Second Part. L. M. So let our works and virtues shine, 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad, 4 Religion bears our spirits up, 1 While we expect that blessed hope, HYMN 32. Third Part. C. M. Elected to Holiness. H Which we OW vast the benefits divine, We're sav'd from guilt and ev'ry sin, And call'd to holiness. 2 'Tis not for works which we have done, Or shall hereafter do ; But he, of his electing love, Salvation doth bestow. 3 The glory, Lord, from first to last, Aught to ourselves we dare not take, 5 Safe in the arms of sov'reign love Nor shall the rage of earth or hell 6 Not one of all the chosen race 1 But shall to heav'n attain, Partake on earth the purpos'd grace, HYMN 32. Fourth Part. C. M. TH HOU lovely source of true delight, Unveil thy beauties to my sight; I read, in fairer, brighter lines, 3 'Tis here, whene'er my comforts droop, And sin and sorrow rise, Thy love, with cheerful beams of hope, 4 But ah! too soon the pleasing scene My gloomy fears rise dark between, 5 O may my soul with rapture trace 1 But the full glories of thy face HYMN 33. First Part. C. M. Conversion. TOT the malicious or profane, Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain 2 Surprising grace! and such were we By nature and by sin; |