Wake! or soon your souls will fall, Fall in deep despair.

Come, O sin-ner, while you may, Raise your soul in prayer.

2

Heard ye not the Savior cry?
"Turn, O turn, why will you die !"
And in keenest agony,

Mourn too late your doom!
Haste, for time is rushing on!
Soon the fleeting hour is gone,
The lifted arrow flies anon,
To sink you in the tomb!

3

By the Savior's bleeding love,
By the joys of heaven above,

Let these words your spirits move;
Quick to Jesus fly!

Come and save your souls from death,
Haste! escape Jehovah's wrath,
Fly! for life's a fleeting breath,

Soon, O soon you'll die.

3. Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall;

May I but safely reach my home, My God my heaven, my all. O that will be, &e 4. There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. O that will be, &c. 5. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun, O that, &c.

0 Canaan, bright Canaan, I am bound for the land of Canaan;