MISCELLANEOUS

HYMN 114. S. M

1 Sinners, the call obey,
The latest call of grace;
The day is come, the vengeful day
Of a devoted race. MIM 126.3

2 Devils and men combine
To plague the faithless seed,
And vials full of wrath divine
Are bursting on your head. MIM 126.4

3 Enter into the Rock,
Ye trembling slaves of sin,
The Rock of your salvation, struck,
And cleft to take you in. MIM 126.5

4 To shelter the distressed
He did the cross endure;
Enter into the clefts, and rest
In Jesus’ wounds secure. MIM 126.6

5 Jesus, to thee we fly
From the devouring sword;
Our city of defence is nigh,
Our help is in the Lord. MIM 128.1

6 Or if the scourge o’erflow,
And laugh at innocence,
Thine everlasting arms, we know,
Shall be our souls’ defence. MIM 128.2