2 When the world has passed away, 5 While the Holy Ghost is nigh, Then shall peace thy spirit cheer; The barren Fig-Tree. 1 SEE, in the vineyard of the Lord A barren fig-tree stands ; ? EPIS. COL. It yields no fruit, no blossom bears, 2 From year to year he seeks for fruit, 3 But, see, an Intercessor pleads, 4 "Perhaps some means of grace untried May reach the stony heart; The softening dews of heavenly grace 5 “But if these means should prove in vain, And still no fruit is found, Then mercy shall no longer plead, 457. 78. EPIS. COL. The Sinner entreated to awake. 1 SINNER, rouse thee from thy sleep; 2 Wake from sleep; arise from death; 3 Leave thy folly; cease from crime; Evil is thy mortal day. 4 O, then, rouse thee from thy sleep; 458. C. M. The fruitless Fig-Tree. HARBOTTLE. 1 SEE how the fruitless fig-tree stands Beneath the owner's frown; The axe is lifted in his hands, To cut the cumberer down. 2 "Year after year, I come," he cries, "And still no fruit is shown; I see but empty leaves arise; Then cut the cumberer down. 3 "The axe of death, at one sharp stroke, 4 Sinner, beware! — the axe of death REPENTANCE AND FAITH. 459. C. M. Solemn Apprehension. ADDISON. 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward terror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, — 4 But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee; Thy pardoning mercy I implore, 460. C. M. MIDDLETON. Painful Recollections. 1 AS o'er the past my memory strays, "Tis that I mourn departed days, 2 The world and worldly things beloved 3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair Chase from my laboring breast: Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer; 242 4 My life's brief remnant all be thine; 461. C. M. Sense of Ingratitude. STEELE. 1 DEAR Saviour, when my thoughts recall And hide this wretched face. 2 Shall love like thine be thus repaid? 3 From Jesus, who alone can give 4 But he, for his own mercy's sake, 5 O, while I breathe to thee, my Lord, Confirm the kind, forgiving word, 6 Then shall the mourner, at thy feet, And, grateful, own how kind, how sweet, 462. 7s. J. TAYLOR. Confession of Sin. 1 GOD of mercy, God of grace, O, restore thy suppliant race, 2 Deep regret for follies past, 4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame, we own; Seeking pardon from thy throne. 5 God of mercy, God of grace, 463. C. M. HEGINBOTHAM. Repentance in View of the Cross. 1 AND can mine eyes, without a tear, Shall I not weep his groans to hear, 2 Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine Come, fill my heart with love divine, 464. S. M. EPIS. COL. Holy Fear of God. 1 AH, how shall fallen man 2 If he our ways should mark Could we for one of thousand faults |