Hail, ransomed world! awake to glory! For God, the Saviour, bids you rise; Angelic hosts proclaim the story, And speed the tidings from the skies: Shall then the Prince of Darkness reigning, Oppress the earth from pole to pole, And bind in chains the immortal soul— His hands all sacred things profaning? Awake! O Church, awake! The tyrant’s fetters break! In God’s right arm of strength resolved On glorious victory.
2 Far let the gospel-trump be sounding— O’er sea, and continent, and isle; While the sweet voice of grace abounding, Shall make the burdened captive smile. Yes! to a world in bondage lying, Go teach a bleeding Saviour’s name— Freedom from sin and death proclaim, On every breeze salvation flying— And seize the gospel sword! And with our mighty Lord, March on, march on, all hearts resolved On glorious victory.
329 11s. Repent and turn. Ezekiel 18:30.
O turn you! O turn you, for why will you die, When God in his mercy is coming so nigh? Now Jesus invites you, the Spirit says Come, The brethren are waiting to welcome you home.
2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay Your hearts may grow better by staying away; Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, Here streams of salvation are flowing most free.
3 Here Jesus is ready your souls to receive; O, how can you question, since now you believe? Since sin is your burden, why will you not come? He now bids you welcome—he now says there’s room.
4 In riches, in pleasure, what can you obtain, To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain; To bear up your spirit when summoned to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high?
5 Why will you be starving and feeding on air? There’s mercy in Jesus, enough and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see, And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.
330 11s. Delay not.
Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased—salvation is free.
2 Delay not, delay not! why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus our Lord! A fountain is opened; how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleansed in his pardoning blood?
3 Delay not, delay not! O sinner, to come; For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away.
4 Delay not, delay not! the Spirit of grace, Long grieved and resisted, entreats thee to come; Beware, lest in darkness thou finish thy race, And sink to the vale of eternity’s gloom.
5 Delay not, delay not! the hour is at hand, The earth shall dissolve and the heavens shall fade; The dead, small and great, in the judgment shall stand: What power, then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid?
331 12s, 11s & 6. The Eden above.
We’re bound for the land of the pure and the holy, The home of the happy, the kingdom of love, Ye wanderers from God, in the broad road of folly, O say, will you go to the Eden above, Will you go, will you go, O say, will you go to the Eden above?
2 In that blesséd land neither sighing nor anguish Can breathe in the fields where the glorified move. Ye heart-burdened ones, who in misery languish, O say, will you go to the Eden above? Will you go, etc.
3 Nor fraud, nor deceit, nor the hand of oppression, Can injure the dwellers in that holy grove; No wickedness there, not a shade of transgression: O say, will you go to the Eden above? Will you go, etc.
4 Each saint has a mansion, prepared and all furnished, Ere from this clay house he is summoned to move; Its gates and its towers with glory are burnished, O say, will you go to the Eden above? Will you go, etc.
5 March on, happy pilgrims, that land is before you, And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove; Yes, soon we shall walk o’er the hills of bright glory, And drink the pure joys of the Eden above. We will go, we will go; O yes, we will go to the Eden above.
6 And yet, guilty sinner, we would not forsake thee, We halt yet a moment as onward we move; O come to thy Lord, in his arms he will take thee, And bear thee along to the Eden above. Will you go, will you go, O say, will you go to the Eden above?
332 12s. The voice of free grace.
The voice of free grace cries, “Escape to the mountain!” For Adam’s lost race Christ hath opened a fountain; For sin and uncleanness, and every transgression, His blood flows most freely in streams of salvation. CHORUS. Hallelujah to the Lamb! he hath purchased our pardon; We’ll praise him again when we pass over Jordan.
2 Ye souls that are wounded! O! flee to the Saviour; He calls you in mercy—’tis infinite favor; Your sins are increasing—escape to the mountain— His blood can remove them, it flows from the fountain.