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2 Oh! Calvary is a mountain high,
"Tis too ditficult a task for me, To indulge in balmy sleep, would far better suit
Than Calvary or Gethsemane,
Nor yet so hard a task for thee,
Of climbing the mountain Calvary.
My gay companions there to see,
Than to climb up the mountain Calvary. 5 Thy gay companions ere long will be gone,
Poor blinded souls could they but see!
Thou must tirst climb the mountain Calvary. 6 There is no pleasure that I can behold,
'Tis a sad and dreary path to me, And I have heard them say, there are lions in the
And they lurk in the mountain Calvary. 7 True! it is a straight and narrow road,
And lions lurk there for their prey ;
Shall conduct thee up to Calvary.
Than to be afflicted thus by thee,
I will then go with thee to Calvary. 9 There is no time so good as youth,
To travel this mountain you must see,
How then canst thou climb up Calvary.
I cannot enjoy any peace for thee;
11 Oh hark! I hear a doleful sound,
And thou shouldst greatly alarmed be, A blooming youth is gone, and is sleeping in the
tomb, Who refused to climb up Calvary. 12 Alas! I know not what to do,
For thou hast greatly alarmed me, In sin I have gone on, till I fear I am undone,
Lord help me to climb up Calvary. 13 O tarry pot in all the plain,
Lest it prove a dangerous snare to thee,
HYMN 23. C. M.
great and awful day When sinners must be hurl'd away;
And Christians gathered home. 2 The one with Dives for water cry;
And gnaw their tongues in pain; They gnash their teeth, in horrors lie,
And wring their hands in vain.
With whom I once did dwell,
And danc'd my soul to hell!
And caus'd my soul to sin;
And force the fuel in.
Sink down to endless pain,
Never to rise again.
Mother! behold your child! Against you now, a witness standa
Amidst the flames confin'de
7 The child, perhaps, the parent views,
Go headlong down to hell;
And bids the child farewell!
With whom he once did dwell, Depart with groai's and bitter cries,
My husband! faie you well! 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see,
The man she once did love, Sink down to endless misery,
While she is crown'd above!
Drink in eterual love;
And reign with him above.
Of meeting round the throne, Eternal joys there for to drink, . Where sorrows never come.
HYMN 24. P. M. 1
all ye poor sinners that from aldam came, Ye poor and ye blind, and ye halt and ye lame, Close in with salvation for mercy is free,
Or you will be damn'd through eternity. • When God shall descend with a shout from above,
And call home his servants to bless with his love, And you not renew'd in your souls by his grace,
Away you'll be banish'd from Jesus's face 3 For if you deny him, he will deny you,
Into hell you'll be turn'd, among the damn'd crew, In horror and torment for ever you'll lie;
In vain then for mercy, in vain you may cry. 4 You've read of the rich man and beggar also;
The beggar he died and to Jesus did go;
Awaked in hell, and he lift op his eyes.
Anu Lar 18 in his bosom in raptures of love
He cry'd “Father Abra'am send to my relief,
For I am tormented with pain and with grief." 6 He said, “son remember when you liv*d so great,
Dress'd in your fine linen, your purple and state, Whilst Laz'rus was laid at your gate full of grief,
You had not compassion to give him relief. 7 " Besides, there's a gulph fix'd betwixt us you So that those who would come here, from thence,
cannot flee; But there you must lie and Jament your sad state,
For now you are sending your cries up too late." 8 He cried, “ father Abra'am I pray thee provide,
Send one from the dead, I've five brethren beside; They hearing from me, and of my wretched state,
Perhaps they'll repent now, before 'tis too late." 9" They have a rich gospel that spreads far and
wide; They have Moses, the prophets, and apostles
beside, If they'll not adhere unto them and repent, They would not believe though one from the dead
went." 10 O come, ye poor mourners, and don't you
despair, But cry to your Jesus, he'll answer your pray'r; He'll hear your complaints, and ease all your grief
He'll pardon your sins, and will give you relief. 11 And when your frail bodies you come to lay
down. You'll fly up to heaven where you'll wear a bright
crown. The smiles that will beam from your Jesus's face Will make you adore and admire his free grace.
HYMN 25. L. M. LONG to see the season come, II
When sinners will come flocking home To taste the riches of God's love,
And sing his praise in realms above. 2 Hark I hear the gospel trumpet's sound,
Inviting sinners all around
Behold, your loving Saviour stands,
And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 He now is knocking at your heart,
Waiting salvation to impart;
And seal you heirs and sons of God. 4 A few more days, and you must go
To realms of joy, or endless wo;
Or sink beneath his frowns to hell.
And all your sinful ways forsake;
In Christ you shall redemption find. 6 Take your companions by the hand,
Take all your children in a band,
He'll pardon, bless, and save you all.
And he collects his Jewels home,
HYMN 26. P. M.
Around the steady pole,
Where endless ages roll.
And whisper as they fly-
That thou must groan and die.
It cannot, cannot be!
When death shall set thee free.