1 And Jesus now is pleading, HYMN 259. P. M. EE how the Scriptures are fulfilling; Poor sinners are returning home: 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 Oh 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 blood shall be upon your head. 4 Now God is calling every nation, The bond and free, the rich and poor • Sweet gospel grace will soon be o'er: 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 flames ascend the melting skies; 1 HYMN 260. P. M. TEMPTED, tossed, troubled spirit, Dost thou groan beneath thy load? In the kingdom of thy God? 8 Though through seas of tribulation He hath wrought thy great salvation 4 Sinks thy soul in waves of sorrow? Witness there the doleful horror 5 On the chilly ground extended, 6 Glory, honour, power, and blessing, Sons of earth, and hosts of heaven. Who hath bought us with his blood, Glory to the mighty God. HYMN 261. P. M. PREST, my soul, with future prospect Sing creation's dismal end;" Long foretold by sacred prophets,Holy muse thy succour lend: Say what horror, what confusion, Will each sinful heart dismay; What distresses, torture, anguish, 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 frightful chasms, With each strong repeated shock. 3 Seas with horrid palpitations, Ravage round their frighted shores; Blust'ring winds with frantic fury, 4 Stars, of late divinely brilliant, 5 See the sov'reign ether furling," Round him wait his awful nod. 5 Go, he cries, ye winged heralds, Bring my saints from every wind; 7 Rous'd from tombs poor sinners hasten, Go, ye cursed, fill'd with vengeance, 9 Go to pits of burning sulphur, 1 Ceaseless beats your pulsive breast: HYMN 262. P. M. WHAT wondrous love is this, O! my soul! O my soul! WH 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. When I was sinking down, beneath God's righ teous frown, Christ laid aside his crown, for my soul, for my soul, Christ laid aside his crown, for my soul! 3 Ye friends of Zion's King, join his praise, &c. Ye friends of Zion's King, & c. Ye friends of Zion's King, with hearts and voices 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 Lanib I will sing, To God and to the Lamb, who is the great I AM While millions join the theme I will sing, &c. 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, |