275 6s & 4s. Holding forth the word of life. Phil. 2:16.
Sound, sound the truth abroad! Bear ye the word of God Through the wide world; Tell what our Lord has done, Tell how the day is won, Tell from his lofty throne Satan is hurled.
2 Far over sea and land, Go at your Lord's command, Bear ye his name; Bear it to every shore, Regions unknown explore, Enter at every door; Silence is shame.
3 Speed on the wings of love; Jesus who reigns above Bids us to fly; They who his message bear Should neither doubt nor fear; He will their friend appear, He will be nigh.
4 When on the mighty deep, He will their spirits keep, Stayed on his word; When in a foreign land, No other friend at hand, Jesus will by them stand, Jesus their Lord.
276 L. M. peculiar. Haste thee; escape thither. Gen. 19:22.
Haste, traveler, 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, traveler, haste!
2 Awake, awake! pursue thy way With steady course, while yet 'tis day; While thou art sleeping on the ground, Danger and darkness gather round; Haste, traveler, haste!
3 The rising tempest sweeps the sky; The rains descend, the winds are high; The waters swell, and death and fear Beset thy path; no refuge near: Haste, traveler, haste!
4 Haste, while a shelter you may gain-- A covert from the wind and rain; A hiding-place, a rest, a home-- A refuge from the wrath to come: Haste, traveler, haste!
5 Then linger not in all the plain; Flee for thy life--the mountain gain; Look not behind, make no delay; O, speed thee, speed thee on thy way! Haste, traveler, haste!
While life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah! soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven.
2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found.
3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave, Before his bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save.
4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise; No God regard your bitter prayer, Nor Saviour call you to the skies.