356 C. M. Call to repentance. Repent! the voice celestial cries, No longer dare delay: The soul that scorns the mandate dies, And meets a fiery day. 2 No more the sovereign eye of God O’erlooks the crimes of men; His heralds now are sent abroad To warn the world of sin. 3 O sinners! in his presence bow, And all your guilt confess; Accept the offered Saviour now Nor trifle with his grace. 4 Soon will the awful trumpet sound, And call you to his bar; His mercy knows the appointed bound, And yields to justice there. 5 Amazing love—that yet will call, And yet prolong our days! Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, And weep, and love, and praise. 357 C. M. God giveth grace to the humble. Come, let us to the Lord our God, With contrite hearts return! Our God is gracious, nor will leave The desolate to mourn. 2 His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave; And though his arm be strong to smite, ’Tis also strong to save. 3 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know him and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be; Like morning songs his voice. 4 As dew upon the tender herb, Diffusing fragrance round; As showers that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground: 5 So shall his presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night. 358 C. M. There is joy over one sinner, etc. Luke 15:7. O how divine, how sweet the joy, When but one sinner turns, And, with a humble, broken heart, His sins and errors mourns! 2 Pleased with the news, the saints below, In songs their tongues employ; Beyond the skies the tidings go, And heaven is filled with joy. 3 Well pleased the Father sees, and hears The conscious sinner’s moan; Jesus receives him in his arms, And claims him for his own. 4 Nor angels can their joy contain, But kindle with new fire; “The sinner lost is found,” they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. 359 C. M. The heart’s surrender. Welcome, O Saviour! to my heart; Possess thy humble throne; Bid every rival hence depart, And claim me for thine own. 2 The world and Satan I forsake— To thee, I all resign; My longing heart, O Jesus! take, And fill with love divine. 3 O! may I never turn aside, Nor from thy bosom flee; Let nothing here my heart divide— I give it all to thee.