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And Jesus now is pleading,
His Spirit is interceding,
I!is kingdom they are spreading;
Come, sinners, to the wedding,
HYMN 259. P. M.
The time that prophets were fortelling,
With signs and wonders now is come: The gospel trumpets now are blowing
From sea to sea, from land to land; God's Holy Spirit is down pouring,
And Christians joining heart and hand. 2 Ten thousand fall before Jehovah,
For mercy-mercy! loud they cry; They rise all shouting “hallelujah!”
And “glory be to God on high :" But many cry, “It's all disorder,"
And disbelieve God's holy word; Yet Christians sing and shout the louder,
“ All glory, glory to the Lord." 3 O'y sinners! hear our invitation !
You are but feeble, dying worms; Oh fly to Jesus for salvation,
Or you must meet God's awful storms: We warn you in the name of Jesus,
The awful Judge of quick and dead; But if you still refuse to hear us,
Your blcod shall be upon your head. 4 Now God is calling every nation,
The bond and free, the rich and poor; These are the days of visitation;
Sweet gospel grace will soon be o'er: The Lord shall come all clothed in thunder
And lightning streaming from his eye; Oh! then he'll cut his foes asunder,
And cast them where the damned lie. 5 The sun, affrighted from his centre,
Sinks into everlasting night;
The stars to shine now dare not venture,
The moon in crimson veils her light: The sea and land together burning.
The flames ascend the melting skies; All nature now to nought's returning!
“Time is no more!" the angel cries. 6 Now Zion, clothed in brilliant glory,
Marches towards the dazzling throne: Oh, hearken to the pleasant story ;
When Christ his charming bride shall own With smiling looks of approbation,
He takes her to his loving arms, And she is filled with transportation, Dissolved in his heavenly charms.
HYMN 260. P. M. 1 TEMPTED, tossed, troubled spirit,
Dost thou groan beneath thy load ?
In the kingdom of thy God?
In temptation's painful hour;
And the Lord of boundless power.
Say'st thou still, "I'm not his child?
Famishd in the gloomy wild.
Through this gloomy vale of tears,
And thy way to glory clears.
Jesus calls thee here to go,
In far deeper seas of wo.
Christ, the co-eternal Son,
Treads the wine-press all alone.
Pass o’er Kedron's rolling flood,
Witness there the doleful horror
of the suffering Son of God.
Bears the wraih of God alone,
Scarce regard a single groan. 5 On the chilly ground extended,
Lo, he takes the bitter cup!
Drinks the dreadfui contents up;
Up to Calv'ry's rugged brow;
But my soul escapes the blow.
Be unto the Father given ;
Sons of earth, and hosts of heaven.
Who hath bought us with his blood,
Glory to the mighty God.
HYMN 261. P. M. 1 prospect
Sing creation's dismal end;
Holy muse thy succour lend:
Will each sinful heart dismay;
Reigns in that tremendous day.
Ghastly glaring thwart the gloom;
Groans prophetic of her doom:
O'er their trembling bases rock;
With each strong repeated shock. 3 Seas with horrid palpitations,
Ravage round their frighted shores ;
Blust'ring winds with frantic fury,
Through each ruin'i fabric roars :
Stript of all his sparkling beams;
And dissolves in purple streams. 4 Stars, of late divinely brilliant,
Stridding night's cimmerian robe;
Each a dark and ruin't globe:
Rends in twain the crystal sky;
of profound eterniiy.
Nobler scenes salute my eyes;
Crimson banners dress the skies:
Sits erithroned the eternal God;
Round him wait his awful nod. 6 Go, he cries, ye winged heralds,
Bring my saints from every wind; Those from death my blood has ransom'd,
Those in life's fair volume penn'd. Straight a holy troop obsequious,
Swift as lightning skims along; And from every grave collecting,
Jesus' dear redeemed throng.. 7 Rous'd from tombs poor sinners hasten,
At the last loud trumpet's sound; Rond they gaze with wild amazement,
Wondring at the scene profound: Fill'd with horror, dread, and anguish,
Rocks and mo!intains they impiore, To fall and crush them out of being,
Wishing now to be no more. 8 Hark! the herald calls to judgment,
Justice draws the glitt'ring sword; Lightning glances from his aspect,
Thunder clothes his awful word.:.
Go, ye cursed, fiild with vengeance,
Not for peace my name invoke;
And my fury dar'd proveke. 9 Co to pits of burning sulphur,
Ever banish'd from my rest;
Ceaseless beats your pulsive breast:
And anguislı tirobbing in their breast;
HYMN 262. P. M. 1 VHAT wondrous love is this, O! my soul! O!
What wondrous love is this, O my soul!
of bliss, To send this precious peace to my sonl,to my soul,
To send this precious peace to my soul. 2 When I was sinking down, &c.
When I was sinking down, &c.
teous frown, Christ laid aside his crown, for my soul, for my.
Ye friends of Zion's King, &c.
sing, And strike each tuneful string in his praise, &c.
And strike each tuneful string in his praise. 4 To God and to the Lamb I wili sing, &c.
To God and to the Lamb I will sing,
While millions join the theme I will sing. 5 And when from death I'm free, I'll sing on, &c
And when from death I'm free, I'll singan,