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STELLA. Ts & 6s.
is pass - ing by; seen thy griev-ous thrall, And heard thy mourn - - ful cry,
has par - don to im-part, Grace to save thee from thy the love that fills His heart, And wipe &
TO-DAY THE SAVIOUR CALLS. 6s & 4s.
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;
JUDGMENT. 63 & 7s.
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.
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.
1. Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour and God ? 01 He
died on Cal-va - ry, To atone for you and me, And to purchase our pardon with blood.
392. 10, 78 & 9s.
Painfully nail'd to the cross;
To atone for a world that was lost.
Darkness prevaild o'er the land,
Was derided, insulted, a'id slain. 4. Hail, mighty Saviour! Hail, mighty Sa
5. There interceding, there interceding,
Pleading that sinners may live,
6. "I will forgive them-I will forgive them
When they repent and believe,
ARNON. C. P. M.
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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
soul from death, God hath done,
3. But shall my soul be then extinct, And cease to be, or cease to think?
Great God! it can not be;
When death shall set thee free?
4. My soul, attend the solemn call,
And thou must take thy flight,
393. C. P. M.
And his availing blood;
His consolations send;
“Thy Maker is thy Friend."
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
TOPLADY. 394. C. P. M. 1. My days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly rapid as the whirling spheres
Around the steady pole;
Where endless ages roll.
And whisper as they fly-
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 ending in despair. 2. Millions of pilgrims throng these roads, Bearing their baubles or their loads
Down to eternal night;
From darkness into light.
The Bible need not stray;
CEDRON. C. P. M.
1. Beyond, where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go To sad Gethsema
1. BEYOND where Cedron's waters flow, Behold the suffering Saviour go
To sad Gethsemane;
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 from self could rest;
Is working for the best.
By sudden, wild alarms;
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-
Will hear, in that we fear!
To cast its peace away;
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;
* Sing Arnon.
4. The Father heard ; and angels, there, Sustained the Son of God in prayer,
In sad Gethsemane;
6. When storms of sorrow round us sweep, And scenes of anguish make us weep,
To sad Gethsemane
S. F. SMITH.