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Lest life's young golden beams should die,

In sudden, endless night.

CONVICTION.

HYMN 249, S. M. 249

The Sinner, arrested. aff® 1 M former hopes are fled,

My terror now begins;
My guilty soul, alas! is " dead

In trespasses and sins."
2 Ah! whither shall I fly?-

Where seek for mercy's door ?
The law proclaims destruction nigh,

And justice armed with power.
3 When I review my ways,

I dread th' impending doom;

While yet some friendly whisper says, P

- Flee from the wrath to come!" af 4 Oh! that I now might see

Some glimmering from afar,

Some beam of hope to dawn on me, p>

And save me from despair.

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HYMN 250, 75 and 6s.

The Sinner disquieted.

WHY sinks my soul desponding

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While nature all-surrounding

The smile of beauty wears ?
Why, burdened now with sorrow,

Is every lab'ring thought?
Each vision that I borrow,

With gloom and sadness fraught?
2 The pleasures that deceived me

My soul no more can charm;
Of rest they oft bereaved me,

And filled me with alarm;
The objects, I have cherished,

Are empty as the wind;
My earthly joys have perished;--

What comfort shall I find ?

3 If inward, still inquiring,

I turn my searching eye,
Or upward, now aspiring,

I raise my feeble cry,
No heavenly light is beaming,

To cheer my troubled breast,
No ray of comfort gleaming,

To give my spirit rest.
4 My soul! from this dread anguish,

Is there no refuge nigh?
'T is guilt that makes thee languish,

And leaves thee thus to die :
Renounce thy sin and folly

Before the throne of grace;
And make the Lord, most holy,

Thy strength and righteousness.

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HYMN 251, C. M. 251

Conviction by the Law. 1 LOI

ORD! how secure my conscience was,

And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,

And thought my sins were dead.
2 My hopes of heaven were firm and bright;

But, since the precept came,
With a convincing power and light,

I find how vile I am.
3 My guilt appeared but small before,

Till terribly I saw-
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,

Is thine eternal law.
mp4 Then felt my soul the heavy load,

My sins revived again :

I have provoked a dreadful God, P р

And all my hopes are slain. mp 5 My God! I cry, with every breath,

For some kind power to save,

To break the yoke of sin and death, mf And thus redeem the slave.

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HYMN 252, L. M.

The Strivings of the Spirit.
AY, sinner! hath a voice within

Oft whispered to thy secret soul,

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Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,

And yield thy heart to God's control ? 2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,

It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,

And haste to seek in Ohrist thine all.
3 Spurn not the call to life and light;

Regard, in time, the warning kind; That call thou may'st not always slight,

And yet the gate of mercy find.
4 God's Spirit will not always strive

With hardened, self-destroying man;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,

May never hear his voice again.
5 Sinner! perhaps, this very day,

Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grieve him now away,

Then hope may never beam on thee.

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HYMN 253, s. M. 253

Man condemned before God.
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1 H! how shall fallen man

Be just before his God?
If he contend in righteousness,

We fall beneath his rod.
2 If he our ways should mark,

With strict inquiring eyes,
Could we, for one of thousand faults,

A just excuse devise ?
3 All-seeing, powerful God!

Who can with thee contend?
Or who, that tries th' unequal strife,

Shall prosper in the end? mf 4 The mountains, in thy wrath,

Their ancient seats forsake;
The trembling earth deserts her place,

Her rooted pillars shake.
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5 Ah! how shall guilty man

Contend with such a God?
None-none can meet him, and escape,

But through the Saviour's blood.

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HYMN 254, s. M. 254

The evil Heart.
ASTONISHED and distressed,
My heart with loads of guilt oppressed,

The seat of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,

What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,

Pride, envy, slavish fear!
3 Almighty King of saints !

These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,

And all my powers renew.
4 This done,---iny cheerful voice

Shall loud hosannas raise ;
My soul shall glow with gratitude, -

My lips pronounce thy praise.

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HYMN 225, C. M. 255

The Saviour's Invitation.
1 HE Saviour calls ;--let every ear

Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls! dismiss your fear,

Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,

Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart,

To banish mortal woe.
3 Yo sinners! come; 't is mercy's voice;

The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys,

And can you yet delay? mp 4 Dear Saviour! draw reluctant hearts;

To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts,

And drink, and never die.

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HYMN 256, L. M. 256

Rest for the weary Penitent. mp

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COME, weary souls! with sin distressed,
The Saviour's gracious call obey,

And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Here, mercy's boundless ocean flows,

To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon and life, and endless peace;

How rich the gift, how free the grace!
3 Lord! we accept, with thankful heart,

The hope thy gracious words impart;
We come, with trembling ;-yet rejoice,

And bless the kind inviting voice.
4 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love

Confirm our faith,--our fears remove; mp Oh! sweetly reign in every breast,

And guide us to eternal rest.

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HYMN 257, C. M. 257

The Gospel Trumpet.
1 ET every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds,

With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind,
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To fill th' immortal mind!
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
P> And pine away and die !

Here you may quench your raging thirst mf With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy, here,

In a rich ocean join; mf

Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

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