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Lest life's young golden beams should die,

In sudden, endless night.


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


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.


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.



HYMN 253, s. M. 253

Man condemned before God.
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.

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


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,
mp And vainly strive, with earthly toils,

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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