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Bids you haste to seek the Saviour,
Ere the hand of justice falls:

Hear, O sinner !

'Tis the voice of mercy calls.

aff 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.

aff 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;
Haste, Ŏ sinner!

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You must perish if you stay.

HYMN 240, C. P. M.

Present and future Realities.

O! on a narrow neck of land,

Lo!

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 impress;

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.
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,

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In the cold grave to which we haste;
But darkness, death, and long despair,
Reign in eternal silence there.

YE!

HYMN 242, C. M.

Expostulation with Sinners.

! who despise the Saviour's grace, And scorn his gospel, here,

How can you meet his angry face,
Or at his bar appear?

2 When every earthly hope shall fail,-
When storms of wrath are nigh,

How will your souls affrighted quail,
Beneath his burning eye!

aff 3 Why will you madly rush on death,
And force your way to woe?

Why tempt the God, that holds your breath,
To strike the fatal blow?

4 Turn, guilty sinners! quickly turn;
Oh! come to Jesus now;

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Ere the fierce flames around you burn,
To your Redeemer bow.

Now,

HYMN 243, L. M.

Advice to Youth.

NOW, in the heat of youthful blood,
Remember your Creator, God;

Behold! the months come hastening on,
When you shall say-" My joys are gone.”

2 Behold! the aged sinner goes

Laden with guilt and heavy woes,
Down to the regions of the dead,
With endless curses on his head.
3 The dust returns to dust again;
The soul, in agonies of pain,

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

4 Eternal King! I fear thy name;

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

HYMN 244, S. M.

Grieving the Spirit.

aff 1 AND canst thou, sinner! slight

The call of love divine?

Shall God, with tenderness invite,
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?

3 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.

HOW

HYMN 245, C. M.

Frailty and Sin.

W short and hasty is our life!
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,

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That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.

HYMN 246, C. M.

Brevity of Life.

ET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;

But we'll confess, O Lord! to thee,
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,
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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HYMN 247, L. M.

The Road to Life, and to Death.

BROAD

ROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path,

With here and there a traveler.

2 "Deny thyself and take thy cross,'
Is the Redeemer's great command:
Nature must count her gold but dross,
If she would gain this heavenly land.
3 The fearful soul that tires and faints,
And walks the ways of God no more,
Is but esteemed almost a saint,

And makes his own destruction sure.
aff 4 Lord! let not all my hopes be vain;
Create my heart entirely new,
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain,
Which false apostates never knew.

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HYMN 248, S. M.

Uncertainty of Life.

TO-MORROW,

O-MORROW, Lord! is thine,-
Lodged in thy sovereign hand;
And, if its sun arise and shine,
It shines by thy command.

2 The present moment flies,

And bears our life away;

Oh! make thy servants truly wise,
That they may live to-day.

3 Since, on this fleeting hour,
Eternity is hung,

Awaken, by thy mighty power,
The aged and the young.

4 One thing demands our care;-
Be that one thing pursued;
Lest, slighted once, the season fair
Should never be renewed.

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Swift as the morning light,