ENCOURAGEMENT TO THE AWAK

ENED.

XI. C. M.

BURKITT'S COLLEC.

The Sinner's Reflection.

AH Lord! ah Lord, what have I done!

What will become of me!

What shall I say, what shall I do
Or whither shall I flee?

2 By wand'ring I have lost myself,
And here I make my moan;
O! whither, whither have I stray'd!
Ah! Lord, what have I done!

3 Thy spirit searches all my heart,
And now I plainly see,

The num'rous sins of earth and hell,
Are all summ'd up in me.

4 The seeds of all the ills that grow,
Are in my nature sown,

And multitudes of them have sprung;
Ah! Lord, what have I done!

5 I have been Satan's willing slave,
And his most easy prey;

He was not readier to command,
Than I was to obey.

6 Or, if at times he left my soul,
Yet still his work went on:

I was a tempter to myself;

Ah! Lord, what have I done!

7 I scoff'd at all the threats of heaven,
And slighted all its charms;

Nor Satan's fetters would I leave,
For Christ's inviting arms,

I had a soul, but priz'd it not;
And now my soul is gone;

My hopeless cries address the skies,
Ah! Lord, what have I done!

XII. 10, 11. MS.

Mourners invited to Christ.

COME, mourners, attend, and make no de

lay,

Good news from a friend, I bring you to-day, "Tis news of Salvation, come now and re

ceive,

There's no condemnation to them that be

lieve.

2 I am that I am, hath sent me to you,

Glad news to proclaim: doubt not, it is true;
To you, O distressed, afflicted, forlorn,

Whose sins are increased and cannot be borne.

3 But still if you cry, " O what is his name?" This is his reply, I am that I am ;

This name, though mysterious, will fully sup ply

Their wants, though so various, who unte him fly.

4 Exhaustless and full for ever his store: Then look no more dull, though ever so poor;

Though blind, lame and feeble, and helpless you be,

He's able and willing your wants to supply. 5 Then only believe and trust in his name; He will not deceive nor put you to shame; But fully supply you from his gracious store, Nor ever deny you because you are poor,

XIII. 10, 11. MS.

The Convicted Sinner coming to Christ. DEAR Jesus, here comes, and knocks at

thy door,

A beggar for crumbs, distressed and poor; Blind, lame, and forsaken; all rolled in blood;. At length overtaken, while running from God.

2 To ask children's bread, I dare not presume, But, Lord, to be fed with fragments I come; Some crumbs from thy table, O let me obtain,

For sure thou art able my soul to sustain. 3 I own I deserve no favour to see,

I hated thy cause, and wander'd from thee, "Till brought by thy spirit my follies to

mourn,

Now stripp'd of all merit to thee I do come. 4 Great God, my desert is nothing but death; From thee to depart for ever in wrath; Yet, Lord, to the city of refuge I flee, O let thine eye pity a sinner like me!

5 For since thou hast said, thou wilt cast out none,

Who flee to thine aid, as sinners undone, I come, precious Jesus, condemned to die, And on thy sweet promise would humbly rely. 6 Nor can I depart, dear Jesus, nor yield, Till feels my poor heart, thy promise ful fill'd;

That I may for ever a monument be,
To praise thee, dear Saviour of sinners like

XIV. 8, 7, 4. Altered by TOPLADY.

Come and welcome to Jesus Christ. Isaiah iv. 1.

YOME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

COME,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore!

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity join'd with power:

He is able,

He is willing: doubt no more!

2 Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify:

True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh-
Without money,

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him:
This he gives you :

'Tis his Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruin'd by the fall!
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,

Sinners Jesus came to call.

5 View him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies!
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry before he dies,

"It is Finished:"

Sinner, will not this suffice?

6 Lo, th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood:
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb:
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name.
Hallelujah!

Sinners here may sing the same.

XV. 8,8,6, W—,

Whosoever will, let him come.

YE

Rev. xxii. 17.

E scarlet-colour'd sinners, come;
Jesus, the Lord, invites you home;
O whither can you go?

What! are your crimes of crimson hue?
His promise is for ever true,

He'll wash you white as snow.

2 Backsliding souls, fill'd with your ways,
Whose weeping nights, and wretched days,
In bitterness are spent!
Return to Jesus, he'll reveal

His lovely face, and sweetly heal
What you so much lament.

3 Tried souls! look up-he says, 'tis I--
He loves you still, but means to try
If faith will bear the test:

The Lord has giv'n the chiefest good,
He shed for you his precious blood;
O trust him for the rest!