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? Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here;
For soon the reaping time, &c. 3 On! this will aggravate their case,
They perish'd under means of grace;
And soon, &c. 4 We seem alike when thus we meet;
Strangers might think we all were wheat;
And soon, &c. 5 The tares are spar'd for various ends;
Some for the sake of praying friends;
But soon, &c. 6 But though they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long;
For soon, &c. 7 Most awful thought, and is it so,
Must all mankind the harvest know?
For soon the reaping time, &c
HYMN 157. P. M.
Now poor sinner, Christ will show thee
Trumpets call thee,
Stand and hear thy awful doom. 2 Hear the sinner now lamenting;
At the sight of tiercer pain; Cries and tears he now is venting,
But le weeps and cries in vain:
That he ne'er was born again. 3 Yonder sits my slighted Saviour,
With the marks of dying love:
When I felt his spirit move!
For I have against him strove. 4 All his wooing I have slighted,
While he daily sought my soul,
How neglected did they roll!
Who once despis'd by me,
Dismal gulf I'm bound for thee. 6 Hail! ye ghosts that dwell in darkness,
Groaning, rattling of your chains! Christ has now pronounc'd my sentence, I'm to dwell in endless pains ;
Down i'in rolling,
Hell is not a fabled thing;
HYMN 158. P. M. "TH
HE fields are all white, the harvest is near,
The Angels all with their sharp sickles
appear; To reap down the wheat and gather it in barns; While the wild plants of nature are left for to
burn. 2 Come then, O my soul meditate on that day,
When all things in nature shall cease and decay i
When the trumpet shall sound, the angels appear, To reap down the earth, both the wheat and the
tare. 3 Then hear the sad wailing ascend to the sky,
Of those in distress that have no where to fly; On the rocks and the mountains they anxiously
call, Their souls and their sins to o'erwhelm by their
fall. 4 But 'twill all be in vain, the muuntains will
flee, The rocks fly like hailstones, and shall no more
be; The earth it shall shake- the seas shall retire,
And the works of creation shall all be on fire. 5 But hear the great Judge, in that dread alarm, Saying, gather my saints, bring them all to my
arms, That the seven last plagues may be poured out
on those, Who have blasphem'd my name,
my saints who oppose. 6 Then 0, wretched sinners, look up and espy,
The glorious Redeemer descend from the sky,
With a guard of bright angels attending around. 7 Come hither ye nation.s, your sentence receive,
No longer iny spirit shall strive and be grievid: My sentence is right, my judgment is just,
Come hither ye blest but depart all ye curst. 8 O sinners take warning, and seek the Lord,
I have not been jesting, 'tis Jesus' own word, That those who believe, in glory shall stand, Whil all unbelievers are sure to be damn'd. 9 Now fareweri, 1 leave you to ponder your way, May the Lord seal instruction from what I now
say; That our souls to God's throne may be pourd ou
in pray'r, And we be prepar'd to meet Christ in the air.
HYMN 159. P. M.
Jesus comes the Judge severe,
Come to judginent!
Hills and mountains fly away;
Sinners now for succour cry. 3 From the general conflagration,
Mount ihe righteous up on bigh!
See the wicked left behind
Doom'd to sorrow!
HYMN 160. P. M. 1
D Don't you see him in yonder cloud,
See how they do my Jesus crowd! 2 Don't you see his arms extended ?
Don't you hear his charming voice?
Oh! my Jesus is my choice.
Hear them shouting through the air ?
Now his glory they shall share.
And the saints in glory there?
Shouts of triumph bursting round you,
Glory, glory, glory here! 5 Come backsliders, though you've pierc'd him
And have caus'd his church to mourn;
If you will to him return.
Shout the praise of his dear name;
While his presence feeds the flame.
By our dear Redeemer's side:
While eternal ages glide.
HYMN 161. L. M. ) H AIL the blest morn when the great Mediatny
Down from the mansions of glory descends; Shepherds go worship the Babe in the manger,
Lol for his guard the bright angels attends.
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid;
Guide where our infant Redeemer was laid. 2 Cold on his cradle, the dew drops are shining,
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stad Angels adore him, in slumber reclining,
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour, and all. 3 Say, shall we yield him a costly devotion,
Odours of Eden, or offering divine, Gems from the mountains and pearls from the
Myrrh from the forest, and gold from the mine. 4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation,
All these can never bis favour secure; Richer hy far is the heart's adoration,
Dearest to God, are the prayers of the poor