home."
2 The Saviour bids you speed;
O, wherefore then delay?
He calls in love; he sees your need;
He bids you come to-day.
3 To-day the prize is won;
The promise is to save;
Then, O, be wise; to-morrow's sun
May shine upon your grave.
266. C. M. Mrs. Steele.
Invitation to the Gospel Feast.
1 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Behold a royal feast,
Where mercy spreads her bounteous store,
For every humble guest!
2 See, Jesus stands with open arms!
He calls, he bids you come;--
Guilt holds you back, and fear alarms,--
But see, there yet is room!
3 Come then, and with his people taste
The blessings of his love;
While hope attends the sweet repast,
Of nobler joys above.
4 There, with united heart and voice,
Before the eternal throne,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice
In ecstasies unknown.
5 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come:
Ye longing souls, the grace adore;--
Approach, there yet is room.
267. 7s. M. Hawes.
The Same.
1 From the holy mount above,
Glowing in the light of love,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear!
"At the feast there yet is room--
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
2 "Thou shalt be a welcome guest,
By the Lord divinely blest;--
In the word of truth believe,--
All thy sinful pleasures leave,
And no more in darkness roam,--
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
3 "God is thy unchanging Friend;
He will love thee to the end,
And at last thy soul convey
To the realms of endless day,
To a blessed spirit-home,--
Come and welcome, sinner, come."
268. 7s. M. Episcopal Coll.
The Sinner entreated to awake.
1 Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
Raise thy spirit, dark and dead;
Jesus waits his light to shed.
2 Wake from sleep; arise from death;
See the bright and living path;
Watchful, tread that path; be wise;
Leave thy folly; seek the skies.
3 Leave thy folly; cease from crime;
From this hour redeem thy time;
Life secure without delay;
Brief is this thy mortal day.
4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep;
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep;
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