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The Call. 343
Oh, canst thou turn away ? It is thy Father that invites thee near !
Nay, sinner ! weep and pray ! And Heaven shall hail the penitential tear !
Eliza Fanny Morris. 1858. |
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CCCXXIV.
Return, O wanderer, to thy home;
Thy Father calls for thee : No longer now an exile roam,
In guilt and misery: Return, return !
Return, O wanderer, to thy home ;
'Tis Jesus calls for thee : The Spirit and the Bride say, Come:
O now for refuge flee; Return, return!
Return, O wanderer, to thy home ;
'Tis madness to delay ; There are no pardons in the tomb, And brief is mercy's day : Return, return !
Thomas Hastings. 1834. |
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CCCXXV.
Haste, traveller, haste ! the night comes on, And many a shining hour is gone; The storm is gathering in the west, And thou art far from home and rest;
Haste, traveller, haste! |
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