235.

11s.

Danger of Delay.

1 DELAY not, delay not; O sinner! draw near,
The waters of life are now flowing for thee;
No price is demanded, the Saviour is here,
Redemption is purchased, salvation is free.
2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse

The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? A fountain is opened, how canst thou refuse To wash, and be cleansed in his pard'ning blood? 3 Delay not, delay not, O sinner! to come,

For mercy still lingers and calls thee to-day; Her voice is not heard in the vale of the tomb,Her message, unheeded, will soon pass away. 4 Delay not, delay not; the Spirit of grace,

Long grieved and resisted, may take its sad
flight;

And leave thee in darkness to finish thy race,-
To sink in the bloom of eternity's night.

One Thing needful.

1 WHY will ye waste, on trifling cares,
That life which God's compassion spares,
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?

2 Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?

Shall troubled conscience give you pain,
And all these pleas unite in vain?
3 Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you now pursue;
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God! thy grace impart ;
Fix deep conviction on each heart:
Nor let us waste, on trifling cares,
That life which thy compassion spares.
C. M.

237.

Exhortation to Repentance. 1 REPENT! the voice celestial cries; No longer dare delay:

The soul that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2 No more the sovereign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men;
His heralds now are sent abroad
To warn the world of sin.

3 O sinners! in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now,
Nor trifle with his grace.

4 Soon, will the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar;

His mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And yields to justice there.

5 Amazing love-that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our heart subdued by goodness fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

238.

7s.

The Sinner meeting God.
1 SINNER! art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hand endure,
In the Lord's avenging day?

2 See, his mighty arm is bared;
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgments stand prepared ;-
Thou must either break or bow.
3 At his presence nature shakes,

Earth affrighted hastes to flee;
Solid mountains melt like wax:
What will then become of thee?

4 Who his coming may abide?

You that glory in your shame!-
Can you find a place to hide,

239.

When the world is wrapt in flame 1

8s, 7s and 4.

The Voice of Mercy.

1 HEAR, O sinner! mercy hails you; Now with sweetest voice she calls;

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

Hear, O sinner!

'Tis the voice of mercy calls.

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.
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!

You must perish if you stay.

240.

C. P. M.

Present and future Realities.

1 LO! on a narrow neck of land, 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;

Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught,
Will fill thee with surprise.

245.

C. M.

Frailty and Sin.

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

Brevity of Life.

1 LET 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;

Salvation to th' almighty Name
That reared us from the dust.

247.

L. M.

The Road to Life and to Death.

1 BROAD is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 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. 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.

248.

S. M.
Uncertainty of Life.

1 TO-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.

5 To Jesus may we fly,

Swift as the morning-light,