4 Far, far to distant lands The saving news shall spread; And Jesus all his willing bands In glorious triumph lead. 302 S. M. Boast not thyself of to-morrow. Prov. 27:1. To-morrow, Lord! is thine, Lodged in thy sovereign hand; And if its sun arise and shine, It shines by thy command. 2 The present moment flies, And bears our life away; O, make thy servants truly wise, That they may live to-day. 3 Since on this fleeting hour Eternity is hung, Awake, by thine almighty power, The agéd and the young. 4 One thing demands our care; O, be it still pursued! Lest, slighted once, the season fair Should never be renewed. 5 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life’s young, golden beams should die In sudden, endless night. 303 7s, 6 lines. Come and welcome. From the cross, uplifted high, Where the Saviour 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 piercéd body laid, Justice owns the ransom paid; Bow the knee, embrace the Son; Come and welcome, sinner, come. 3 “Spread for thee the festal board, See with richest dainties stored; To thy Father’s bosom pressed, Yet again 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 Saviour, Friend, Safe your spirits to convey To the realms of endless day, Up to my eternal home; Come and welcome, sinner, come.” 304 7s. Turn ye; for why will ye die? Ezekiel 18:31. Sinners, turn—why will you die? God, your Maker, asks you why: God, who did your being give, Made you with himself to live. 2 Sinners, turn—why will you die? Christ, your Saviour, asks you why; He, who did your souls retrieve, He, who died that you might live. 3 Will you let him die in vain? Crucify your Lord again? Why, you ransomed sinners, why, Will you slight his grace and die? 4 Will you not his grace receive? Will you still refuse to live? O! you dying sinners, why— Why will you for ever die? 305 7s, double. What could have been done, etc. Isaiah 5:4.