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Soon shall you hear the Bridegroom's voice,
To call you to your home.
The hour is just at hand,
And reach the wish’d-for land.
When we shall dwell above; And be for ever happy there,
With Jesus, whom we love. DANGER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT'S WITHDRAWING
L. M. 228.
The returning Backsider. 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting Hight. 2 Though I have steeld my stubborn heart,
And oft shook off my guilty fears; And vex'd and urg'd thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years; 3 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; A Yet O! the chief of sinners spare
In honour of my great High-Priest: Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
T'exclude me from thy people's rest. 5 This only wo I deprecate,
This only plague I pray remove, Nor leave me in my lost estate,
Nor curse me with this want of love. 6 F'en now, my weary soul release, Upraise me
And guide into thy perfect peace,
L. M. 229. My spirit shall not always strive. Gen. vi. S. SAY sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, Urg'd thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control? 2 Hath something met thee in the path
Of worldliness and vanity
And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee! 3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice,
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 4 Spuru not the call to life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight,
And yet the gate of mercy find. 5 God's Spirit will not always strive
With harden'd, self-destroying man; Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again. 6 Sinner-perhaps this very day,
Thy last accepted time may be;
Then hope may never beam on thee.
O sinners, come away;
Arise without delay.
He'll then in robes of vengeance come
To execute his law. 3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of
grace, When you your injur'd Judge shall see,
And stand before his face.
How would you wish to fly
From that all-searching eye?
And you among them stand,
Arraign'd at Christ's left hand. 6 Let not these warnings be in vain,
But lend a list’uing ear;
When wrapt in keen despair.
THE CERTAINTY OF DEATH AND JUDGMENT
S. M. i A?
ND am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
Into a world unknown? 2 Soon as from earth I go
What will become of me?
Must then my portion be!
I from my grave must rise,
And see the flaming skies. 4 How shall I leave my tomb! With triuinph or regret!
A fearful or a joyful doom,
A curse or blessing meet? 5 Will angel bands convey
Their brother to the bar! Or devils drag my soul away
To meet its sentence there! 6 Who can resolve the doubt
That tears my anxious breast? Shall I be with the damn'd cast out,
Or number'd with the blest? 7 I must from God be driven,
Or with my Saviour dwell;
Or else depart to hell.
One wretched sinner die,
From endless misery;
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
I may with joy appear. 232.
P. M. 1 AN
ND am I only born to die?
And must I suddenly comply
To all eternity. 2 Ilow then ought I on earth to live, While God prolongs the kind reprieve,
And props the house of clay;
3 No room for mirth or trifling here,
If life so soon is gone;
Th' inexorable throne! 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy:
But oh! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place! Shall I my everlasting days
With fiends or angels spend?
That never, never dies!
A mansion in the skies.
6 Jesus, vouchsafe a pitying ray,
To glorious happiness!
L. M. 233.
Sickness and Death. 1 My soul, the minutes haste away,
Apace comes on th' important day, When in the icy arms of death
I must give up my vital breath.
How wilt thou be affected then?
Resistless shall my vitals seize,