The Otterbein Hymnal Part 34

Rev. C. Wesley, 1745.

205 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_Delay._ (454)

Hasten, sinner! to be wise, Stay not for the morrow's sun; Wisdom, if thou still despise, Harder is she to be won.

2 Hasten, mercy to implore, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy season should be o'er, Ere this evening's stage be run.

3 Hasten, sinner! to return, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest thy lamp should fail to burn, Ere salvation's work is done.

4 Hasten, sinner! to be blessed, Stay not for the morrow's sun, Lest perdition thee arrest, Ere the morrow is begun.

Thomas Scott, 1773.

206 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_The Voice of Jesus._ (451)

Come, says Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice; I will guide you to your home; Weary pilgrim! hither come.

2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed this barren waste, Weary pilgrim! hither haste.

3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain!

Ye, by fiercer anguish torn, In remorse for guilt who mourn!--

4 Hither come, for here is found Balm that flows for every wound, Peace that ever shall endure, Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

Mrs. Anna L. Barbauld, 1812.

207 Why Do You Wait? P.M.

_Immediate Decision._

Why do you wait, dear brother, Oh, why do you tarry so long?

Your Savior is waiting to give you A place in his sanctified throng.

Cho.--Why not? why not?

Why not come to him now?

Why not? why not?

Why not come to him now?

2 What do you hope, dear brother, To gain by a further delay?

There's no one to save you but Jesus, There's no other way but his way.

3 Do you not feel, dear brother, His Spirit now striving within?

Oh, why not accept his salvation, And throw off thy burden of sin?

4 Why do you wait, dear brother, The harvest is pa.s.sing away, Your Savior is longing to bless you, There's danger and death in delay.

George F. Root.

208 Spanish Hymn. 7s. D.

_Come and Welcome._ (455)

From the cross uplifted high, Where the Savior deigns to die, What melodious sounds we hear, Bursting on the ravished ear!-- "Love's redeeming' work is done-- Come and welcome, sinner, come!

2 "Sprinkled now with blood the throne-- Why beneath thy burdens groan?

On my pierced body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid-- Bow the knee, and kiss the Son-- Come and welcome, sinner, come!

3 "Spread for thee, the festal board-- See with richest bounty stored; To thy Father's bosom pressed, Thou shalt be a child confessed, Never from his house to roam; Come and welcome, sinner, come!

4 "Soon the days of life shall end-- Lo, I come--your Savior, Friend!

Safe your spirit to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home Come and welcome, sinner, come!"

T. Haweis, 1792.

209 Azmon. C.M.

_The Gospel Feast._ (417)

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 Room, in the Savior's bleeding heart; There love and pity meet; Nor will he bid the soul depart, That trembles at his feet

4 Oh! come, and with his children taste The blessings of his love: While hope attends the sweet repast Of n.o.bler joys above.

5 There, with united heart and voice, Before th' eternal throne, Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice, In ecstasies unknown.

6 And yet ten thousand thousand more Are welcome still to come; Ye longing souls! the grace adore, Approach, there yet is room.

Anne Steele, 1760.

210 Azmon. C.M.

_Gen. 6:3._

There is a line by us unseen, That crosses every path, The hidden boundary between G.o.d's patience and his wrath.