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4 Long ere the sun has run his round,
I may be buried under ground,
And there in silence rot:

Alas one hour may close the scene,

And ere twelve months have roll'd between
I may be quite forgot.

5 A heaven, a hell, and these alone,
Beyond the present world are known;
There is no middle state.
To-day obey the call divine;
To-morrow may be none of thine,
Or it may be too late.

HYMN 27. L. M.

1 BEHOLD, a stranger at the door;

He gently knocks, has knock'd before
Has waited long, is waiting still;
You use no other friend so ill.

2 But will he prove a friend indeed!
He will-the very friend you need:
The man of Nazareth is he,
With garments dy'd, from Calvary.
3 0, lovely attitude! he stands

With melting heart and open hands:
O, matchless kindness! and he shows
That matchless kindness to his foes.
4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine;
Turn out his enemy and thine,
Turn out that hateful monster, sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.

HYMN 28. P. M.

No words can declare, nor fancy can paint,

What rage and despair, what hopeless com. plaint,

Fill Satan's dark dwelling, that prison beneath, What weeping and yelling, and gnashing of teeth 2 Yet sinners will choose this dreadful abode, Each madly pursues the dangerous road,

Though God gives them warning they onward will go,

They answer with scorning, and rush into woo

3 How sad to behold, the rich and the poor, The young and the old, all blindly secure! All posting to ruin, refusing to stop;

Ah! think what you're doing while yet there is hope!

4 How weak is your hand, to fight with the Lord!
How can you withstand, the edge of his sword?
What hope of escaping, for those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping, to swallow his foes?
5 How oft have you dared the Lord to his face,
Yet still you are spared to hear of his grace!
Ah, pray for repentance and life-giving faith,
Before the just sentence consign you to death.
It is not too late to Jesus to flee,

His mercy is great, his pardon is free!

His blood has such virtue for all that believe, That nothing can hurt you, if him you receive.

PENITENTIAL.

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HYMN 29. L. M.

HAIL! Sov'reign love, that first began

The scheme to rescue fallen man:
Hail! matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding place.
2 Against the God that rules the sky
I fought, with hands uplifted high;
Despised the offers of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.
3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night,
And fond of darkness inore than light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure without a hiding place.

4 isut lo! the eternal counsel ran,

Almighty love arrests the man!" I felt the arrows of distress.

Aad found I had no biding place.

5 Vindictive justice stood in view,
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew ;
Stern justice cried with frowning face,
This mountain is no hiding place.

6 But lo! a heavenly voice I heard,
And mercy for my soul appear'd;
She led me on a pleasant pace,
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place.

7 Should sevenfold storms of thunder roll,
And shake the globe from pole to pole,
No thunderbolt shall daunt my face,
For Jesus is my hiding place.

8 On him Almighty vengeance fell,
That might have crush'd a world to hell
He bore it for a sinful race,

And thus became a hiding place.

9 A few more rolling suns at most,
Will land me safe on Zion's coast;
There I shall sing a song of grace,
Safe in my glorious hiding place.

HYMN 30. P. M.

IAWAKED by Sinai's awful sound,

My soul in guilt and thrall was found, I knew not what to do;

O'erwhelmed with guilt, with anguish slain, The sinner must be born again,

Or sink in endless wo.

2 Amazed I stood, but could not tell,
Which way to shun the gates of hell,
For death and hell drew near;

I strove indeed, but strove in vain;
The sinner must be born again,
Still sounded in my ear.

3 Then to the law I trembling fled;
It poured its curses on my head,
I no relief could find;

This fearful truth I found remain,
The sinner must be born again,
O'erwhelmed my troubled mind.

4 Again did Sinai's thunder roll,
And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast unwieldy load:

Alas! I heard and found it plain,
The sinner must be born again,
Or drink the wrath of God.

5 The saints I heard with rapture tell,
How Jesus conquered death and hell,
And broke the fowler's snare:
But when I found this truth remain,
The sinner must be born again,
I sunk in deep despair.

While thus my soul in anguish lay,
Jesus of Naz'reth passed that way,
I felt his pity move;

The sinner by his justice slain,
Now by his grace is born again,
And sings.redeeming love.
To heaven the joyful tidings flew,
The angels tuned their harps anew,
And loftier sounds did raise:
All hail the Lamb that once was slain;
Unnumbered millions born again,
Shall shout thy endless praise.

HYMN 31. L. M.

OH! give me Lord, my sins to mourn,

My sins which have thy body torn;

Give me with broken heart to see, 'I hy last tremendous agony.

2 O could I gain the mountain's height,
And gaze upon that wond'rous sight;
that with Salem's daughters, I,
Could stand and see my Saviour die.
2 I'd hang around his feet and cry,
Lord, save a soul condemn'd to die!
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.

1 Father of mercy! drop thy frown,
And give me shelter in thy Son,
And with my broken heart comply;
O give me Jesus,or 1 die.

5 O Lord, deny me what thou wilt,
If thou would'st ease me of my guilt;
Good Lord, in mercy hear me cry,
And give me Jesus or I die.

60 save my soul from gaping hell,
Or else with devils I must dwell;
Oh! might I enter, now I'm come;
Lord Jesus save, or I am gone.

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HYMN 32. P. M.

COME, my soul, and let us try.

For a little season,

Ev'ry burden to lay by,

Come, and let us reason.

What is this that casts you down?
Who are those that grieve you?
Speak and let the worst be known:
Speaking may relieve you.

2 Christ by faith I sometimes see,
Then it doth relieve me:
But my sins return again,

They are they that grieve me
Troubled like the restless sea,
Feeble, faint, and fearful,
Plung'd in sin, a sore disease,
How can I be cheerful!

3 Think on what your Saviour bore,
In the gloomy garden,
Sweating blood from every pore,
To procure thy pardon.
See him stretch'd upon the wood,
In that suffering station,
Bearing all the will of God,
To procure salvation.

4 Cast thy burden on the Lord,
Leave it with the Saviour;

He, (whose hands for thee were bor d,) Can and will deliver.

Why should sorrows bow thee down,

Trials or temptation?

Is not Christ upon the throng,

Still thy strong salvation

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