Rev. W. H. Burrell.

201 Seeking for Me.  P.M.

Christ’s Atoning Work.

Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,
          Seeking for me, for me.

2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary’s tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? 
          Dying for me, for me.

3 Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,
          Calling for me, for me.

4 Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,
          Coming for me, for me.

     E. E. Hasty

202 The Stranger at the Door.  L.M.

At the Door. (429)

Behold a stranger at the door,
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You treat no other friend so ill.

Cho.—­Oh, let the dear Savior come in,
      He’ll cleanse the heart from sin,
      Oh, keep him no more out at the door,
      But let the dear Savior come in.

2 Oh, lovely attitude—­he stands
With melting heart and loaded hands;
Oh, matchless kindness—­and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes.

3 But will he prove a friend indeed? 
He will—­the very friend you need;
The Friend of sinners?  Yes, ’tis he. 
With garments died on Calvary.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn—­
His feet, departed, ne’er return;
Admit him, or the hour’s at hand
You’ll at his door rejected stand.

     Joseph Grigg, 1765.

203 The Stranger at the Door.  L.M.

Why Not Be Saved To-Night? (430)

Oh, do not let the word depart,
  And close thine eyes against the light;
Poor-sinner, harden not thy heart;
  Thou would’st be saved, why not to-night?

2 To-morrow’s sun may never rise
  To bless thy long-deluded sight;
This is the time, oh, then be wise! 
  Thou would’st be saved, why not to-night?

3 Our God in pity lingers still;
  And wilt thou thus his love requite? 
Renounce at length thy stubborn will;
  Thou would’st be saved, why not to-night?

4 The world has nothing left to give,
  It has no new, no pure delight;
Oh, try the life which Christians live;
  Thou would’st be saved, why not to-night?

204 Spanish Hymn. 7s.  D.

Sinners, Turn!

Sinners, turn; why will ye die? 
God, your Maker, asks you why? 
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,—­
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?