Unthinking man remember this,
Thou, midst thy sublunary bliss,
Must groan and gasp and die.
3. My soul attend the solemn call;
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall,
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast extensive blue,
To love and sing as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.
4. Eternal bliss, eternal woe,
Hangs on this inch of time below;
On this precarious breath,
The God of nature only knows,
Whether another year shall close,
Ere I expire in death.
5. Long ere the sun shall run its round, I may be buried under ground,
And there in silence rot !
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 arm extend?
Will Jesus be thy guardian friend,
And heaven 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, and 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.
9. O! do not pass this life in dreams,
Vast is the change, whate'er it seems,
To poor unthinking men:
Lord, at thy footstool 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.
A Prospect of CHRIST's Church.
BEHOLD a lovely vine,
Here in this desart ground;
The blossoms shoot and promise fruit,
And tender grapes are found.
2 Its circling branches rise,
And shade the neighboring lands; With lovely charms she spreads her arms, With clusters in her hands.
8 This city cant be hid,
Its built upon a hill;
The dazzling light it shines so bright,
It doth the vallies fill.
4. Ye trees, which lofty stand,
And stars with sparkling light,
Ye christians here both far and near,
'Tis joy to see the sight.
5 Ye insects feeble race,
And fish that glide the stream
Ye bires that fly secure on high;
Repeat the joyful theme.
6 Ye beasts that feed at home,
Or roam the vllies round,~
With lofty voice proclaim the joys,
And join the pleasant sound.
7 Shall feeble nature sing,
And man not join the lays?
O may their throats be well'd with note: And fill'd with songs of
For his redeeming grace;
The blessed dove comes from above,
To seal it to our race.
The Christian's Invitation and Determinatio
COME now poor sinners share a part,
And give the blessed Christ your heart,
Come, we will take you by the hand,
Come, go with us to Canan's land.
2 Leave all your carnal ioves and toys,
And seek with us those solid joys,
For soon in glory we shall rise,
And there enjoy the lasting prize.
3 But if with us ye will not go,
And seek this Jesus for to know;
Then we must bid you all adieu,
For by his grace we'll him pursue.
HYMN 27.
The pressure of Sin.
O THAT my load of sin was gone,
O that I could at last submit,
At Jesus' feet to lay me down,
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb,
The God of my salvation see?
Weary O Lord, thou know'st I am,
Yet still I cannot come to thee.
3 Rest for my soul I long to find ;
Saviour of mine indeed thou art;
Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
I would (but thou must give the pow'r) My heart were from its sins releas'd; O let me see that happy hour,
'Twill fill my soul with heav'nly peace.
5 Come Lord the drooping sinner cheer
Let not my Jesus long delay,
Appear in my poor heart, appear,
My God, my Saviour, come I pray
The Returning Penitent's Petition. WEARY of struggling with my pain, Hopeless to burst my nature's chain, Hardly I give the contest o'er,
I seek to free myself no more:
2 From my own words at last I cease,
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil and vain my care,
And all my fitness is despair.
3 Lord I despair myself to heal,
I see my sin but cannot feel;
I cannot, till thy spirit blow,
And bid the obedient waters flow.
4 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give,
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign;
To draw, redeem and seal is thine.
5 With simple truth to thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all; I wait the moving of the pool,
I wait the word that speaks me whole.
6 Speak gracious Lord, my sickness cure,
Make my infected nature pure;
Peace, righteousness and joy impart,
And pour thyself into my heart.
HYMN 29.
Hymn for Baptism.
LET Heav'n and Earth rejoice,
And sacred anthems raise
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