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2 While God invites, how blest the day.
How sweet the Gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste, oh haste away,

While yet a pardoning God is found.

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,
Shall death command
you to the
Before His bar your spirits bring,

grave

And none be found to hear or save.

4 In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,
No God regard your bitter prayer,
No Saviour call you to the skies.
5 Now God invites ! how blest the day!
How sweet the Gospel's charming sound!
Come, sinners, haste, oh, haste away,

While yet a pardoning God is found.

We're Marching to Zion.

"Let the children of Zion be joyful in their King."-Ps. cxlix. 2.
Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 224.

COME, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known ;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne,

And thus surround the throne.

We're marching to Zion, Beautiful, beautiful Zion,
We're marching upward to Zion, The beautiful city of God.

2 Let those refuse to sing

Who never knew our God;

But children of the heavenly King,

But children of the heavenly King,

Must speak their joys abroad,
Must speak their joys abroad.

3 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets

Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Before we reach the heavenly fields

Or walk the golden streets,
Or walk the golden streets.

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4 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching through Immanuel's ground,

We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high,

To fairer worlds on high.

I Stood Outside the Gate.

"Enter ye in at the strait gate."—MATT. vii. 13.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 225.

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STOOD outside the gate,
A poor wayfaring child;
Within my heart there beat
A tempest loud and wild ;
A fear oppressed my soul,
That I might be too late;
And oh, I trembled sore,

And prayed outside the gate,
And prayed outside the gate.

2 "Oh, Mercy!" loud I cried,
"Now give me rest from sin !"
"I will," a voice replied;
And Mercy let me in:
She bound my bleeding wounds,
And soothed my heart opprest;

She washed away my guilt,

And gave me peace and rest,
And gave me peace and rest.

3 In Mercy's guise I knew

The Saviour long abused,
Who often sought my heart,
And wept when I refused.
Oh, what a blest return

For all my years of sin !—
I stood outside the gate,
And Jesus let me in,
And Jesus let me in.

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Choose Ye Go-Day

"Choose you this day whom ye will serve."-JOSH. xiv. 15, Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 226.

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BLESSING for you-will you take it?
Choose ye to-day:

A word from the heart-will you speak it?
Choose ye to-day:

Will you believe, or your Saviour neglect?
Will you receive, or His mercy reject?
Pause, ere you answer, oh, pause and reflect:
Choose ye to-day.

2 A death to be feared-will you fear it?
Choose ye to-day:

3

A voice that invites-will you hear it?
Choose ye to-day:

Strait is the portal and narrow the way,
Enter, poor soul, and be saved while you may;
Think what may hang on a moment's delay :
Choose ye to-day.

The cross of your Lord-will you bear it?

Choose ye to-day.

There's life in that cross

-will you share it ?

Choose ye to-day :

Soon will your time of probation be o'er,
Then will the Spirit entreat you no more,
Jesus no longer will stand at the door :
Choose ye to-day.

4 The bondage of sin-will you break it?
Choose ye to-day:

The Water of Life-will you take it?
Choose ye to-day :

Come to the arms that are open for you,

Hide in the wounds that by faith you may view;
Death ere the morrow your steps may pursue :

Choose ye to-day.

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Come, for all things are now ready."-LUKE xiv. 17.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 227.

OME, for the feast is spread; Hark to the call!

COME,

Come to the Living Bread, Broken for all;
Come to His "house of wine," Low on His breast recline,
All that He hath is thine; Come, sinner, come.

2 Come where the fountain flows-River of life—
Healing for all thy woes, Doubting, and strife;
Millions have been supplied, No one was e'er denied ;
Come to the crimson tide, Come, sinner, come.

3 Come to the throne of grace, Boldly draw near;
He who would win the race Must tarry here;
Whate'er thy want may be, Here is the grace for thee,
Jesus thy only plea; Come, Christian, come.

4 Come to the Better Land, Pilgrim, make haste !
Earth is a foreign strand-Wilderness waste!

Here are the harps of gold, Here are the joys untold—
Crowns for the young and old; Come, pilgrim, come.

5 Jesus, we come to Thee, Oh, take us in!

Set Thou our spirits free;

Cleanse us from sin!

Then, in yon land of light, Clothed in our robes of white,
Resting not day nor night, Thee will we sing.

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Jesus shall Reign.

"He shall have dominion from sea to sea, and from the river unto the ends of the

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2 To Him shall endless prayer be made,
And endless praises crown His head;
His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice :

Then all the earth shall rise and bring
Peculiar honours to its King,

Angels descend with songs again,

And earth repeat the loud Amen.

The Anchored Sout.

"Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, sure and steadfast."-HEB. vi. 19. Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 229.

I

AM resting so sweetly in Jesus now!

I sail the wide sea no more ;

The tempests may sweep o'er the wild stormy deep

I am safe where the storms come no more.

I have anchored my soul in the haven of rest,

I sail the wild seas no more, no more ;

The tempests may sweep o'er the wild stormy deep,
But in Jesus I'm safe evermore, evermore.

2 Oh, long on the ocean my bark was tossed—
Where tempests and storms ne'er cease!
My heart was in fear, and no refuge was near
Till in Jesus my soul found her peace.

3 Oh, how sweet in a haven of rest to hide-
No billows of doubt or fear!

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The ocean may roll, but there's rest for the soul
When the voice of my Saviour is near.

Save Me at the Cross.

"God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ."

GAL. vi. 14.

Tune-Sacred Songs and Solos, No, 230.

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OVING Saviour, hear my cry,
Hear my cry, hear my cry,

Trembling to Thine arms I fly,
Oh, save me at the cross.

I have sinned, but Thou hast died;
Thou hast died, Thou hast died;

In Thy mercy let me hide,

Oh, save me at the cross.

Lord Jesus, receive me, No more would I grieve thee
Now, blessed Redeemer, Oh, save me at the cross.

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