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The soul that scorns the mandate dies,

And meets a fiery day.
mp 2 No more the sovereign eye of God

O'erlooks the crimes of men ;
His heralds now are sent abroad,

To warn the world of sin.. mp3 O sinners! in his presence bow,

And all your guilt confess ;
Accept the offered Saviour now,

Nor trifle with his grace.
4 Soon, will the awful trumpet sound,
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His mercy knows th' appointed bound,

And yields, to justice there.
5 Amazing love—that yet will call,

And yet prolong our days !
Our hearts subdued by goodness fall,
And

weep, and love, and praise.

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HYMN 238, 78.

The Sinner meeting God.
INNER! art thou still secure ?

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Can thy heart or hand endure,

In the Lord's avenging day? mf 2 See,-his mighty arm is bared ;

Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgments stand prepared ;-

Thou must either break or bow. mf 3 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth affrighted hastes to flee,
Solid mountains melt like wax:

What will then become of thee?
4 Who his coming may abide ?

You that glory in your shame !
Can you find a place to hide,

When the world is wrapt in flame ?

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HYMN 239, 88, 78 and 4.

The Voice of Mercy.

O sinner! mercy hails you ; Now with sweetest voice she calls;

HEAR,

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Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,

Ere the hand of justice falls : P Hear, O sinner!

'T is the voice of mercy calls. af 2 See! the storm of vengeance gathering

O'er the path you dare to tread!
Hark! the awful thunder rolling

Loud and louder o'er your head !
Turn, O sinner!

Lest the lightning strike you dead. aft 3 Haste, O sinner! to the Saviour;

Seek his mercy while you may;
Soon the day of grace is over ;-

Soon your life will pass away;
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You must perish if you stay.

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HYMN 240, C. P. M. 240

Present and future Realities. afft 1

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O! on a narrow neck of land,

Between two boundless seas I stand, -
Yet how insensible!
A point of time—a moment's space-
Removes me to yon heavenly place,

Or-shuts me up in hell!
2 O God! my inmost soul convert,
And, deeply on my thoughtless heart,

Eternal things iinpress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And save me, ere it be too late ;-

Wake me to righteousness.
3 Before me place, in bright array,
The

pomp of that tremendous day,
When thou with clouds shalt come,
To judge the nations at thy bar ;-
And tell me, Lord! shall I be there,

To meet a joyful doom?
4 Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,

To make my calling sure ?
Thine utmost counsel to fulfill,
To suffer all thy righteous will,

And to the end endure!

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5 Then, Saviour! then my soul receive,
Transported from the earth, to live

And reign with thee above:
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope, in full supreme delight,

And everlasting love.

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HYMN 241, L. M.

Life, the Day of Grace and Hope. m

IFE is the time to serve the Lord,

The time t' insure the great reward ;
And, while the lamp holds out to burn,

The vilest sinner may return.
2 Life is the hour that God has given,

To 'scape from hell and fly to heaven;
The day of grace,—and mortals may

Secure the blessings of the day.
3 The living know that they must die,

But all the dead forgotten lie;
Their mem'ry and their sense are gone,

Alike unknowing and unknown.
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My hands! with all your might pursue;
Since no device, nor work is found,

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 5 There are no acts of pardon past,

In the cold grave to which we haste ;

But darkness, death, and long despair, PP Reign in eternal silence there.

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HYMN 242, C. M. 242

Expostulation with Sinners. тр 1

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who despise the Saviour's grace, And scorn his gospel, here, How can you meet his angry face,

Or at his bar appear? mf 2 When every earthly hope shall fail,

When storms of wrath are nigh,

How will your souls affrighted quail, P

Beneath his burning eye! af 8 Why will you madly rush on death,

And force your way to woe?

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Why tempt the God, that holds your breath,

To strike the fatal blow ?
4. Turn, guilty sinners! quickly turn;

Oh! come to Jesus now;
Ere the fierce flames around you burn,
To your Redeemer bow.

HYMN 243, L. M. 243

Advice to Youth,
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Now, in the heat of youthful blood,

Remember your Creator, God;
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When you shall say—“My joys are gone.” mp 2 Behold! the aged sinner goes P

Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,

With endless curses on his head.
8 The dust returns to dust again ;

The soul, in agonies of pain,

Ascends to God—not there to dwell,PP But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name; P

Teach me to know how frail I am;
And, when my soul must hence remove,
Give me a mansion in thy love.

HYMN 244, 8. M. 244

Grieving the Spirit. af 1

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ND canst thou, sinner! slight

The call of love divine ?
Shall God, with tenderness invito,

And gain no thought of thine ?
2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve

The Spirit from thy breast,
Till
he thy wretched soul shall leave

With all thy sins oppressed ?
8 To-day, a pard’ning God

Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood

Will wash thy guilt away.
4 But, grace so dearly bought

If yet thou wilt despise,

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Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught,

Will fill thee with surprise.

HYMN 245, C. M. 245

Frailty and Sin.
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How vast our soul's affairs !
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive

To lavish out their years.
2 Our days run thoughtlessly along,

Without a moment's stay ;
Just like a story, or a song,

We pass our lives away.
3 God from on high invites us home,

But we march heedless on,
And, ever hastening to the tomb,

Stoop downward as we run.
4 How we deserve the deepest hell,

Who slight the joys above!
What chains of vengeance should we feel,

Who break such cords of love!
5 Draw us, O God! with sovereign grace,

And lift our thoughts on high,
That we may end this mortal race,

And see salvation nigh.

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HYMN 246, C. M. 246

Brevity of Life.
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ET others boast how strong they bo,

Nor death nor danger fear; mp

But we 'll confess, O Lord ! to thoe,
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What feeble things we are.
2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,

And flourish bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,

And fades the grass away.
3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
mp And dies, if one be gone ;

Strange! that a harp of thousand strings

Should keep in tune so long.
4 But 't is our God supports our frame,

The God who built us first;

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