THERE fell from God's favor two exiles of Eden, They wander'd through deserts of sorrow & pain, Were banish'd from Paradise the place of their freedom, And we their posterity are apt to complain. Oh never again in the green shady bowers, Where our first parents dwelt, shall we spend the sweet hours, Nor taste of the fruits, nor regale on the flowers, Nor found to the numbers of Eden again.

Oh hard is our fate, said the heart broken strangers, The brutal creation's more happy than we, Surrounded with troubles, temptations and dangers, If God had been just, would such evils then be? Hush all these complaints, let us mend our behavior, We shall not go mourning as Exiles forever, If we but repent and believe in a Saviour, Who died to redeem us and lives to restore:

His character is lovely, it shines forth in splendor, He invites our attention to joys most sublime, He's mov'd with compassion, his heart is most tender, His blood has aton'd for the world of mankind, Come all ye despondents with hearts now relenting, Convicted, condemned, with hearts now repenting, Come just as you are, with souls all consenting, Accept of salvation in JESUS's name.

He offers you pardon, he waits to embrace you, There's pleasure forever, come follow the Lamb, Religion's a calling that will not disgrace you, 'Tis honor from heaven aspiring to fame, Come ye ambitious who rise by gradation, Salvation's the glory of every nation, Come now and receive it, and take your high station, In heaven be crowned on JESUS's throne.

Come all ye vain tiplers who often get heady, Who sup at the tavern and lodge in the street, You reel on a precipice, you ought to be steady, Or soon you will tumble and fall in the deep, Where liquids are plenty, and you'll not be craving, Where fiends are tormenting, the damned are raging, Where billows of justice in vengeance are rolling, O'erwhelming forever in torment your souls.

Come all ye vain youths who are doating in pleasure, Who revel in ball rooms and gamble by night, Yet strangers to happiness, neglectors of duty, In JESUS I find a superior delight. His voice is sweet music, his person endearing, To my spirits the wine of his kingdom is cheering, My heart it is leeping my soul persevering, My Savior, my helper, my partner, my life.

Come all ye poor misers, though rich in your coffers, I doubt much if ever you liberal will be, Unless you repent and take Christ at his offer. Your treasures lay useless, 'till death turns the key, You've ground down the poor to accumulate riches, Such impious conduct your character impeaches, The root of all evil your spirit bewitches, To make life pernicious and live in contempt.

Come all ye bold Deists, who boast of your reason, Who will not believe what you can't comprehend, Come meet your opponents, lets argue a season, And see how the conflict will turn in the end; You've erected a Babel, come now and defend it, Comprehend your existence or else don't pretend it, Here rises a mountain and you can't ascend it, You're swamp'd in a valley and lost in despair.

Come all ye bold Atheists who glory in error, Deny the true GOD and pay homage to chance, Be struck with conviction and tremble with horror, As you unto ruin so swiftly advance, By chance there's a God, and by chance there's a Savior, By chance there's a hell, you may feel it forever, By chance there's a heaven for each true believer, By chance there are Angels and Cherubs above.

The church of the first born to bliss have attained. Though once they were exiles who wander'd in time, Eternity's before them, the myst'ries explained, The glory of Heaven's unfolding in prime. Again they're restor'd to the most pleasing bowers, In the presence of God now they spend the sweet hours, Their souls are enraptur'd with heavenly powers, To sing the sweet anthems of Eden regain'd.