THE GOSPEL. 284 10th P. M. 8 lines 8s. A The Fountain of living waters. FOUNTAIN of life and of grace In Christ, our Redeemer, we see: For us, who his offers embrace, For all, it is open and free: Jehovah, himself, doth invite To drink of his pleasures unknown: The streams of immortal delight, That flow from his heavenly throne. 2 As soon as in him we believe, By faith of his Spirit we take: And, freely forgiven, receive The mercy for Jesus's sake! We gain a pure drop of his love; The life of eternity know; Angelical happiness prove, And witness a heaven below. 285 All-sufficiency of the gospel. C. M. THE gospel! O, what endless charms Dwell in that blissful sound THE Its influence every fear disarms, 2 Here pardon, life, and joy divine, For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doom'd to endless wo. 3 The' almighty Former of the skies Stoops to our vile abode; While angels view with wond'ring eyes, And hail the' incarnate God, 4 How rich the depths of love divine! 5 On thee alone my hope relies; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 286 WH S. M. Our debt paid upon the cross. 2 Down from his throne on high, Then through the clouds ascends to God, 'Midst shouts of loftiest praise. 4 There our High Priest appears, 287 HOW The divine Teacher. L. M. OW sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound From lips of gentleness and grace, While list'ning thousands gather'd round, And joy and rev'rence fill'd the place. 2 Now is the' accepted time, O sinner, come, without delay, 332 W Boast not thyself of to-morrow. S. M. C. M. WHY should we boast of time to come, This hour may fix our final doom, Though strong, and young, and gay. 2 The present we should now redeem; This only is our own; The past, alas! is all a dream; The future is unknown. 3 0, think what vast concerns depend When life and all its cares shall end 4 0 for that power which melts the heart, And lifts the soul on high, Where sin, and grief, and death depart, 5 There we with ecstasy shall fall 333 HAS 5th P. M. 4 lines 78. The danger of delay. ASTEN, sinner, to be wise! Stay not for the morrow's sun, Ere the morrow is begun. 334 No peace to the wicked. VINNERS, the voice of God regard; 'Tis mercy speaks to-day; He calls you by his sacred word C. M 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest A thousand stings within your breast 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell: Why will you persevere ? Can you in endless torments dwell, 4 Why will you in the crooked ways Of sin and folly go? In pain you travel all your days, 5 But he that turns to God shall live, Through his abounding grace: His mercy will the guilt forgive 6 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord, 335 0 The horrors of the second death. WHERE shall rest be found,- S. M. "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give 3 Beyond this vale of tears 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Thou God of truth and grace! |