3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing,
Streams ever copious are gliding along;
Loud from the mountain-tops echos are ringing
Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song.

4 See, from all lands-from the isles of the ocean,
Praise to Jehovah ascending on high;

Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky.

1 While merey invites you, while Jesus is near,
Awake from your slumbers ye sinners and hear.

2 Salvation is offer'd, accept it to-day,

O, quench not the Spirit, nor grieve him away.

3 The love that now urges, if once it depart,
May never return to thy grief-broken heart.

4 While mercy invites you, while Jesus is near,
Awake from your slumbers, ye sinners, and hear.