Alas! one hour may close the scene, And ere twelve months may roll between My name be quite forgot.

6 But shall my soul be then extinct,
Or cease to live, or cease to think?
It cannot, cannot be ;

Thou my immortal, cannot die
What wilt thou do, or whither fly
When death shall set thee free?

7 Will mercy then its arms extend,
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend,
And heav'n thy dwelling place?
Or shall insulting fiends appear
To drag thee down to dark despair,
Beyond the reach of grace?

8 A heaven or hell or these alone,
Beyond this mortal life are known→
There is no middle state;

To-day attend the call divine,
To-morrow may be none of thine,
Or it may be too late.

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9 O do not pass this life in dreams; Vast is the change, what e'er it seems, To poor unthinking men;

Lord, at thy foot-stool I would bow,
Bid conscience tell me plainly now
What it will tell me then.

10 If in destruction's road I stray,
Help me to choose that better way,
Which leads to joys on high;
Thy grace impart, my guilt forgive,
Nor let me ever dare to live

Such as I dare not die.

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HYMN 16. S. M.

A prospect of Christ's Church.

EHOLD a lovely vine,

Here in this desert ground;

The blossoms shoot and promise fruit,

And tender grapes are found.

2 It's circling branches rise,

And shades the neighb'ring lands; With lovely charms she spreads her arms, With clusters in her hands.

3 This city can't be hid,
It's built upon a hill :

The dazz'ling light, it shines so bright,
It doth the vallies fill.

4 Ye trees which lofty stand,

And stars with spark'ling lightYe christians hear, both far and near, 'Tis joy to see the sight.

5 Ye insects, feeble race,

And fish that glide the stream-
Ye birds that fly secure on high,
Repeat the joyful theme.

6 Ye beasts that feed at home,
Or roam the vallies round,
With lofty voice proclaim the joys,
And join the pleasant sound.

Shall feeble nature sing,

And man not join the lays?

O may their throats be swell'd with notes,

And fill'd with songs of praise.

Glory to God on high,

For his redeeming grace;

The blessed dove came from above, To save our ruin'd race.

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HYMN 17. S. M.

For Baptism.

ET heav'n and earth rejoice, And sacred anthems raise, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, For free and sov'reign grace.

2 Behold the spotless Lamb, Descending from above,

To bring the earthly strangers home,
Upon the wings of love.

3 O may our souls rejoice,
His precepts to obey ;
Who to fulfil all righteousness,
Mark'd out the humble way.

4 Thus Jesus did descend,
Into the liquid stream;

Which teaches sinners not to scorn, What him so well became.

5 O may we then march on,
Nor fear what men shall say;
Deny ourselves and take our cross,
Since Jesus leads the way.

6 We dare no longer stand,
As neuters to thy cause;
But by the help of grace we'll yield
Obed'ence to thy laws.

7 Into the watʼry tomb,

We cheerfully descend, In token of our faith and love

To our celestial friend.

Lord meet us hear this day,
Who come to do thy will;
Grant us thy presence, dearest Lord,
Thy promis'd grace fulfil.

9 Descend, O heav'nly dove,
And wing our souls away,
Up to that bright and happy shore
Of everlasting day.

10 This day I'll make my choice
To serve the Lord most high;
Deny myself, take up the cross,
And do it cheerfully.

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HYMN 18. L. M.

Prayer.

RAYER was appointed to convey The blessings God design'd to give : Long as they live should christians pray, For only while they pray, they live.

2 The christian prays while God indites, He speaks as prompted from within, The Spirit his petition writes,

And Christ receives and gives it in.

3 And wilt thou in dead silence lie,
When Christ stands waiting for thy pray❜r,
My soul thou hast a friend on high,
Arise and try thy int'rest there.

4 If pains afflict, if wrongs oppress,
If cares distress, if fears dismay,
It guilt dejects, if sins distress,
Thy remedy's before thee-pray.
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5 It's prayer supports the soul that's weak, Though thought be broken, language lame, Pray, if thou can or cannot speak,

But pray with faith in Jesus' name.

6 Depend on him you cannot fail,
Make all your wants and wishes known;
Fear not his mercies must prevail,
Ask what thou wilt, it shall be done.

"TIS

HYMN 19.

The Christian's Enquiry.

IS a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thoughts;

Do I love the Lord or no

Am I his or am I not?

2 If I love, why am I thus ?
Why this dull and lifeless frame?
Hardly sure can they be worse,

Who have never heard his name.

3 Could my heart so hard remain, Pray'r a task and burden prove, Ev'ry trifle gives me pain,

If I knew a Saviour's love?

4 When I turn mine eyes within,
All is darkness vain and wild;

Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?

5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?

Yet I mourn my stubborn will,