2 Oh! Calvary is a mountain high, "Tis too difficult a task for me, To indulge in balmy sleep, would far better suit my taste, Than Calvary or Gethsemane, O! it would not appear such a mountain high, Nor yet so hard a task for thee, If thou didst love the man, who first laid the plan, Of climbing the mountain Calvary. 4 I had rather abide in the pleasant plain, And to tarry awhile, in the joys of the world, 5 Thy gay companions ere long will be gone, And if ever thou would'st stand, on Canaan's happy land, Thou must first 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 way, And they lurk in the mountain Calvary. 7 True! it is a straight and narrow road, And lions lurk there for their prey; But thou shalt have a guard, yea the angels of God, Shall conduct thee up to Calvary. 6 I had rather have peace and live at my ease, Than to be afflicted thus by thee, When blooming youth is gone, and old age comes on, I will then go with thee to Calvary. 9 There is no time so good as youth, To travel this mountain you must see, For when old age comes on, with its great load of sin, How then canst thou climb up Calvary. 10 O conscience thou art ever making a noise, I cannot enjoy any peace for thee; There is time enough yet, and the journey's not so great, I can soon climb the mountain Calvary. 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 not in all the plain, 1 Lest it prove a dangerous snare to thee, But look up to the man, who was bruised for thy sin, And he'll help thee to climb up Calvary. BE HYMN 23. C. M. EHOLD that great and awful day 2 The one with Dives for water cry; 3 Now hail! ye doleful frighted ghosts, 4 You me about the floor did drag, And devils now your mouth shall gag. 5 Perhaps the parent sees the child With shrieks and howls, and bitter cries, 0 0 father, see my blazing hands, Mother! behold your child! Against you now, a witness standa Amidst the flames confin'd! 7 The child, perhaps, the parent views, Gone with the rest of Satan's crew, 8 The husband sees his piteous wife, 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see, While she is crown'd above! 10 Then shall the saints, thro' grace conbin'd, Drink in eternal love; 1 In Jesus' image there to shine, And reign with him above. 1 O how it lifts my soul to think, HYMN 24. P. M. NOME all ye poor sinners that from Adam COME came, Ye poor and ye blind, and ye halt and ye lame, Or you will be damn'd through eternity. ? When God shall descend with a shout from above, 3 For if you deny him, he will deny you, 5 Seeing Abra'am afar in the mansions above, 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 see; So that those who would come here, from thence, cannot flee; But there you must lie and lament 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. 1 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. 1I HYMN 25. L. M. LONG to see the season come, When sinners will come flocking home To taste the riches of God's love, And sing his praise in realms above. 2 Hark! hear the gospel trumpet's sound, Inviting sinners all around Behold, your loving Saviour stands, To wash you in atoning blood, 1 On Zion's mount we then shall stand, HYMN 26. P. M. MY days, my weeks, my months, my years, Fly swiftly as the wheeling spheres Time like the tide its motions keep The grave is near the cradle scene; That thou must groan and die. And must my soul be then extinct, Where wilt thou go, where wilt thou fly, |