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TO-DAY THE SAVIOUR CALLS. 6s & 4s.

L. MASON.

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1. Today the Saviour calls Ye wand'rers, home: 0, ye benighted souls Why longer roam?

The storm of justice falls,

And death is nigh.

389. Os & As. 2. To-day the Saviour calls;

O, hear Him now; Within these sacred walls

To Jesus bow. 3. To-day the Saviour calls;

For refuge fly;

4. The Spirit calls to-day:

Yield to His power;
O, grieve Him not away:
'Tis mercy's hour.

SACRED SONGS.

JUDGMENT. 63 & 7s.

Spiritual Songs.

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1. Oh, there will bé 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 tho

rebel's heart, While saints on high adore. Oh! there will be mourning Before the judgment-seat.

When, from dust returning,

Tho lost their doom shall meet.

390. 68 & 7s. 2. O, there will be mourning

Before the judgment seat! When the trumpet's warning

The sinner's ear shall greeti 3. O, there will be mourning

Beforo the judgment seat!

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.

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1. Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour and God ? 01 He

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died on Cal-va - ry, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood.

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2. He was extended, He was extended,

Painfully nail'd to the cross;
Here He bow'd His head and died,
Thus my Lord was crucified,

To atone for a world that was lost.
3. Darkness prevailed, darkness prevailed,

Darkness prevaild o'er the land,
And the sun refused to shine,
When His majesty divine

Was derided, insulted, a'id slain. 4. Hail, mighty Saviour! Hail, mighty Sa

viour,
Prince, and the Author of peace !

5. There interceding, there interceding,

Pleading that sinners may live,
Crying, “Father, I have died,
O, behold My hands and side,
O, forgive them, I pray Thee, forgive."

6. "I will forgive them-I will forgive them

When they repent and believe,
Let them now return to Thee,
And be reconciled to Me,
And salvation they all shall receive."

ARNON. C. P. M.

From Root & SWEETSER's Collection.

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0 Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith, Wilt Thou not save I have no re - fuge of my own, But fly to what my

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3. But shall my soul be then extinct, And cease to be, or cease to think?

Great God! it can not be;
Thou! my immortal, can not die,
What wilt thou do, or whither fly,

When death shall set thee free?

4. My soul, attend the solemn call,
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall,

And thou must take thy flight,
Beyond the vast ethereal blue,
To love and sing as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.

GREEN

393. C. P. M.
2. Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,

And his availing blood;
That righteousness my robe shall be,
That merit shall atone for

me,
And bring me near to God.
3. Then save me from eternal death,
The spirit of adoption breathe,

His consolations send;
By Him some word of life impart.
And sweetly whisper to my heart-

“Thy Maker is thy Friend."
4. The king of terrors then would be

A welcome messenger to me,

To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I'd fly, with eager wings,
To everlasting day.

TOPLADY. 394. C. P. M. 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,
And I must launch through endless deeps,

Where endless ages roll.
2. The grave is near the cradle seen,
How swift the moments pass between!

And whisper as they fly-
Unthinking man, remember this,
Thou, 'midst thy sublunary bliss,

Must groan, and gasp, and die !

395. C. P. M. 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,
All tempting with perfidious hope,

All ending in despair. 2. Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads

Down to eternal night;
One only path that never bends,
Narrow, and rough, and steep, ascends

From darkness into light.
3. Is there no guido to show that path?
The Bible! He alone that hath

The Bible need not stray;
But he who hath and will not give
The light of life to all that live,
Himself shall lose the way.

MONTGOMERY.

CEDRON. C. P. M.

TH. HASTINGS.

1. Beyond, where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go To sad Gethsema

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1. BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go

To sad Gethsemane;
His countenance is all divine,
Yet grief appears in every line.

2. He bows beneath the sins of men; He cries to God, and cries again,

In sad Gethsemane; He lifts His mournful eyes above"My Father can this cup remove ?"

3. With gentle resignation still, He yielded to His Father's will

In sad Gethsemane; "Behold Me here, thine only Son; And, Father, let Thy will be done."

1. O Lord! how happy should we be
If we could cast our care on Theo

If we from self could rest;
And feel at heart, that One above,
In perfect wisdom, perfect love,

Is working for the best.
2. How far from this our daily life !
Ever disturbed by anxious strife,

By sudden, wild alarms;
Oh, could we but relinquish all
Our earthly props, and simply fall

On Thy almighty arms! 3. Could we but kneel, and cast our load, E'en while we pray, upon our God,

Then rise with lightened cheer-
Sure that the Father, who is nigh
To still the famished raven's cry,

Will hear, in that we fear!
4. We can not trust Him as we should,
So chafes fallen nature's restless mood

To cast its peace away;
Yet birds and flow'rets round us preach,
All, all the present evil teach,

Sufficient for the day. 5. Lord, make these faithless hearts of ours Such lesson learn from birds and flowers

Make them from self to cease;
Leave all things to a Father's will,
And taste, before Him lying still,
E'en in affliction, peace.

* Sing Arnon.

4. The Father heard ; and angels, there, Sustained the Son of God in prayer,

In sad Gethsemane;
He drank the dreadful cup of pain-
Then rose to life and joy again.

6. When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep,

To sad Gethsemane
We'll look, and see the Saviour there,
And humbly bow, like Him, in prayer.

S. F. SMITH.

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