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C. M. 1 THERE is a voice of sovereign grace

Sounds from the sacred word;
“ Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,

And trust upon the Lord.”
% My soul obeys th’ Almighty call,

And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord,

Oh! help my unbelief.
3 To the dear fountain of thy blood,

Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul

From crimes of deepest die. & Stretch out thine arm, victorious King

My reigning sins sabdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,

With his apostate crew.
5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,

On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness

My Jesus, and my all!

L. M. 242.

Eternity. · ETERNITY is just at hand!

And shall I waste my ebbing sand: And careless view departing day,

And throw my inch of time away? 2 But an eternity there is

Of endless wo, or endless bliss;
And swift as time fulfils its round

We to eternity are bound. 3 What countless millions of mankind Haye left this fleeting world behind!

They're gone! but where!-ah, pause and see,

Gone to a long eternity.
4 Sinner! canst thou for ever dwell

In all the fiery deeps of hell;
And is death nothing, then, to thee;
Death, and a dread eternity?

(227.). C. M.
213. The misery and danger of Sinners.
SINNERS! the voice of Goč regard:

'Tis mercy speaks to-day; He calls you by his gracious word

From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest,

You live devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.
3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell;

Why will you persevere? Can

you in frightful torments dwell,

Shut up in black despair?
* Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing ev'ry sin;
Submit to him your sov'reign Lord,
And learn his will divine.

(228.) L. M.
244. The folly of neglecting religron.

will ye lavish out your years

Amidst a thousand trifling cares? While, in the various range of thought,

The one thing needful is forgot.
2 Why will ye chase the fleeting wind,

And famish an immortal mind;
While angels with regret look down,

To see you spurn a heav'nly crown? 3 Th' eternal God calls from above And Jesus pleads his dying love;

Awaken'd conscience gives you pain:

And shall they join their pleas in vain? 4 Not so your dying eyes shall view

Those objects, which ye now pursue.
Not so shall heav'n and hell appear,

When the decisive hour is near.
5 Almighty God! thine aid impart,

'To fix conviction on the heart.
Thy pow'r can clear the darkest eyes,
And make the haughtiest scorner wise.


C. M.
TERRIBLE thought! shall I alone,

Who may be say'd, shall I,
Of all, alas! whom I have known,

Through sin for ever die?
2 While all my old companions dcar,

With whom I once did live,
Joyful at God's right hand appear,

A blessing to receive:
3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,

Dragg'd to the judgment-seat,
Far on the left with horror stand,

My fearful doom to meet?
4 While they enjoy their Saviour's love,

Must I in toiments dwell?
And howl, (while they sing hymns above,)

And blow the flames of hell!
5 Ah! no; I still may turn and live,

For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,

And offers me his grace.
6 I will accept his offers now,

From every sin depart;
Perform my oft-repeated vow,

And render him my heart.



7 I will improve what I receive, The

grace through Jesus given; Sure, if with God on earth I live, To live with God in heaven.

L. M. 246. Youth and Judgment, Eccl. xi. 9.

sons of Adam, vain and young,

Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue, Taste the relights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire: Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your liearts with songs and wine, Enjoy the day of mirth; but kuow

There is a day of judgment too.
3 God from on high beholds your thoughts,

His book records your secret faults,
The works of darkness you have done

Must all appear before the sun.
4 The vengeance to your follies due

Should strike your hearts with terror throughs Ilow will ye stand before his face,

Or answer for his injur'd grace?
5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes

From these alluring vanities;
And let the thunder of thy word
Awake their souls to fear the Lord.

C. M. 247.

Death and Eternity. STOOP down, my thoughts, that us’d to rise, Think how a gasping mortal lies,

And pants away his breath.
2 Ilis quivering lip hangs feebly down,

His pulses faint and few,
Then, speechless, with a doleful groan
He birls the world adieu.

3 But, О the soul that never dies!

At once it leaves the clay!
Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies,

And track its wondrous way.
4 Up to the courts where angels dwell,

It mounts triumphing there,
Or devils plunge it down to hell

In infinite despair.
5 And must my body faint and die!

And must this soul remove? O for some guardian angel nigh

To bear it safe above!
6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand

My naked soul I trust,
And my flesh waits for thy command

To drop into my dust.




P. M. 248.

A Prayer for Seriousness.

of glorious majesty,
To thee, against myself, to thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;
An half-awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,

A sinner born to die!
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,

Secure, insensible:
A point of time, a moment's space
Removes meto that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

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