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And Jesus now is pleading,
His Spirit is interceding,
His kingdom they are spreading;
Come, sinners, to the wedding,
HYMN 259. P. M. 1 EE how the Scriptures are fulfilling;
Poor sinners are returning home:
With signs and wonders now is come:
From sea to sea, from land to land;
And Christians joining heart and hand. 2 Ten thousand fall before Jehovah,
For mercy-mercy! loud they cry;
And "glory be to God on high :"
And disbelieve God's holy word; Yet Christians sing and shout the louder,
“All glory, glory to the Lord.” 3 Oh sinners! hear our invitation!
You are but feeble, dying worms;
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 blood 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. S Now Zion, clothed in brilliant glory,
Marches towards the dazzling throne: Oh, hearken to the pleasant story ;
When Christ his charming bride shall CWR 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
In the kingdom of thy God?
In temptation's painful hour;
And the Lord of boundless power. ? Do thy blooming prospects languish ?
Say'st thou still, “I'm not his child ?
Famish'd 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 wrath of God alone,
Scarce regard a single groan. 5 On the chilly ground extended,
Lo, he takes the bitter cup!
Drinks the dreadful 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.
Sing creation's dismal end;
Holy muse thy succour lend:
Will each sinful heart dismay;
Reigns in that tremendous day. 2 Rumbling thunder, forked lightning,
Ghastly glaring thwart the gloom : Nature trembling to her centre,
Groans prophetic of her doom: Clifty rocks, and lofty mountains,
O'er their trembling bases rock; While earth yawns in sightful chasms,
With each strong repeated shock. 3 Seas with horrid palpitations,
Ravage round their frighted shores :
Blust'ring winds with frantic fury,
Through each ruin'd fabric roars :
Stript of all his sparkling beams;
And dissolves in purple streams. 4 Stars, of late divinely brilliant,
Studding night's cimmerian robe;
Each a dark and ruin'd globe :
Rends in twain the crystal sky;
Of profound eternity. 5 See the sov'reign ether furling,
Nobler scenes salute my eyes; Heaven in solemn pomp descending,
Crimson banners dress the skies: On the arched striped rainbow,
Sits enthroned the eternal God; Myriads of celestial warriors,
Round him wait his awful nod. 5 Go, he cries, ye winged heralds,
Bring my saints from every wind;
Those in life's fair volume penn'd.
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; Round they gaze with wild amazement,
Wond'ring at the scene profound : Filld with horror, dread, and anguish,
Rocks and mountains they implore, 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 bis awful word:
Go, ye cursed, fill'd with vengeance,
Not for peace my name invoke;
And my fury dar'd provoke. 9 Go to pits of burning sulphur,
Ever banish'd from my rest;
Ceaseless beats your pulsive breast:
And anguish throbbing in their breast;
HYMN 262. P. M.
my soul! What wondrous love is this, O my soul! What wondrous love is this, that caus'd the Lord
of bliss, To send this precious peace to my soul,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
soul, Christ laid aside his crown, for 3 Ye friends of Zion's King, join his praise, &c.
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 will sing, &c.
To God and to the Lanıb 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 sing on,