The Voice of Mercy. (466)

Listen, sinner! mercy hails you;
  With her sweetest voice she calls;
Bids you hasten to the Savior,
  Ere the hand of justice falls: 
        Listen, sinner! 
  ’Tis the voice of mercy calls.

2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering
  O’er the path you dare to tread! 
Hark! the awful thunders rolling
  Loud and louder o’er your head! 
        Flee, oh, sinner! 
  Lest the lightnings strike you dead.

3 Haste, ah! hasten to the Savior;
  Sue his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over;
  Soon your life will pass away,
        Hasten sinner! 
  You must perish, if you stay.

     Andrew Reed, 1817.

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Penitents Encouraged. (458)

Dropping souls! no longer mourn,
  Jesus still is precious;
If to him you now return,
  Heav’n will be propitious;
Jesus now is passing 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.

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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.

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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.