Dropping souls! no longer mourn, Jesus still is precious; If to him you now return, Heav"n will be propitious; Jesus now is pa.s.sing by, Calling wand"rers near him; Drooping souls! you need not die, Go to him and hear him!
2 He has pardons full and free, Drooping souls to gladden; Still he cries--"Come unto me, Weary, heavy laden!"
Tho" your sins, like mountains high, Rise, and reach to heaven, Soon as you on him rely, All shall be forgiven.
3 Precious is the Savior"s name, All his saints adore him; He to save the dying came;-- Prostrate bow before him!
Wand"ring sinner! now return; Contrite souls! believe him!
Jesus calls you; cease to mourn; Worship him; receive him.
Thomas Hastings. 1831.
226 Are You Ready? 8s & 7s.
_Judgment Day._
Soon the evening shadows falling Close the day of mortal life; Soon the hand of death appalling Draws thee from its weary strife.
Cho.--Are you ready? are you ready?
"Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?
Are you ready? are you ready?
Do not linger longer, come to-day.
2 Soon the awful trumpet sounding Calls thee to the judgment throne; Now prepare, for love abounding Yet has left thee not alone.
3 Oh, how fatal "tis to linger!
Art thou ready--ready now?
Ready should Death"s icy finger Lay its chill upon thy brow?
4 Priceless love and free salvation Freely still are offered thee; Yield no longer to temptation, But from sin and sorrow flee.
J. W. Slaughenhaupt.
227 Windham. L.M.
_The Broad Road._
Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveler.
2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,"
Is the Redeemer"s great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of G.o.d no more, Is but esteemed almost a saint.
And makes his own destruction sure.
4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new-- Which hypocrites could ne"er attain, Which false apostates never knew.
Isaac Watts.
228 Gorton. S.M.
_The Second Death._ (504)
Oh, where shall rest be found-- Rest for the weary soul?
"Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole.
2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; "Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years; And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; Oh, what eternal horrors hang Around the second death!
5 Lord G.o.d of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from thy face, And evermore undone.
James Montgomery, 1819.
229 No Room in Heaven. P.M.
_Shut Out._
How sad would it be, if when thou didst call, All hopeless and unforgiven, The angel that stands at the beautiful gate, Should answer, No room in heaven.
Ref.--Sad, sad, sad would it be!
No room in heaven for thee!
No room, no room, No room in heaven for thee!
2 How sad it would be, the harvest all past, The bright summer days all over; To know that the reapers had gathered the grain, And left thee alone forever.
3 Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near, Remember the love that he gave you; The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still, And Jesus now waits to save you.
W. O. Cushing.
230 When the King Comes in. P.M.
_The Final Test._
Called to the feast by the King are we, Sitting, perhaps, where his people be, How will it fare, friend, with thee and me, When the King comes in?
Ref.--When the King comes in, brother, When the King comes in!
How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in?
2 Crowns on the head where the thorns have been, Glorified he who once died for men, Splendid the vision before us then, When the King comes in.
3 Like lightning"s flash will that instant show Things hidden long from both friend and foe, Just what we are will each neighbor know, When the King comes in.