4 Who his advent may abide? 6 Let us now our day improve, Hyde. 109. L. M. Rothwell. My Spirit shall not always strive. Gen vi. 3. 1 SAY, sinner, hath a voice within Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, And warn'd thee from that wrath to flee? 3 Sinner, it was a heav'nly voice, It was the Spirit's gracious call; 5 God's Spirit will not always strive Ye, who persist his love to grieve, Hyde. 110. S. M. Grieve not the Spirit. Eph. iv. 30. 1 AND canst thou, sinner, slight Shall God with tenderness invite, 2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve 3 To-day, a pard'ning God Will hear the suppliant pray; 4 But, grace so dearly bought, Thy fearful doom with vengeance fraught, Troas. Newton. 111. C. M. Cambridge. Belshazzar. Dan. v. 5, 6. 1 POOR sinners! little do they think They stand securely on the brink 2 Chaldea's king, profanely bold, But vengeance soon his boasts control'd, 3 He saw a hand upon the wall, Which wrote his sudden, dreadful fall, 4 His pomp and music, guest and wine, 5 The law, like this hand-writing, stands, S. Songs. 112. 11. Delay not. Portuguese. 1 DELAY not, delay not, O sinner draw near, The waters of life are now flowing for thee; No price is demanded, the Saviour is here, Redemption is purchased, salvation is free. 2 Delay not, delay not, why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus thy God? A fountain is open'd, how canst thou refuse To wash and be cleans'd in his pardoning blood? 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner, to come, For mercy still lingers, and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb; Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away 4 Delay not, delay not, the Spirit of grace, And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race, 5 Delay not, delay not, the hour is at hand- What power then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid! 1 ALAS, alas, how blind I've been, 2 I heard of heaven, I heard of hell, 3 My angry heart refus'd the blood 4 The alluring world controll'd my choice, When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice, Securely laugh'd along the road, Which hapless millions first had trod. 5 Now the Almighty God comes near, And makes me shake with awful fear; Perhaps I sink to endless pain, Nor hear the voice of joy again. Toplady. 114. S. M. Beverly. The guilty heart. Jer. xvii. 9. Mat. xv. 19. 1 ASTONISH'D and distress'd, I turn mine eyes within; My heart with loads of guilt opprest, 2 What crowds of evil thoughts, 3 Almighty King of saints, 4 This done, my cheerful voice My soul shall glow with gratitude, C. Sec. 115. C. M. Mary's tears. Luke vii. 38, 44. 1 WHEN the repentant Mary came, And knelt at Jesus' feet, Dedham. |