336 WH The dead and the living L. M. HERE are the dead?-In heaven or hell Their perish'd forms, in bonds of clay, 2 Where are the living?-On the ground The mortal makes the' immortal man. 337 Warnings from the grave. C. M. ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head, Bis equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven. 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, And lurks in every flower; Each season has its own disease,— Its peril every hour. 3 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And shall earth still our hearts engage, 5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know: The earth rings hollow from below, 6 Turn, mortal, turn; thy soul apply 338 VAIN Sin kills beyond the tomb. C. M. AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear; Death, at the farthest, can't be far: 2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save; 3 Death enters, and there's no defence; 4 Thy flesh (perhaps thy greatest care) Shall into dust consume; But, ah! destruction stops not there; 339 TERR Fear of hell. C. M. ERRIBLE thought! shall I alone, Of all, alas! whom I have known, 2 While all my old companions dear, Joyful at God's right hand appear, 3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band, 4 Ah! no;--I still may turn and live, 5 I will accept his offers now- 6 I will improve what I receive, 340 6th P. M. 6 lines 78. What sin hath done. HEARTS of stone, relent, relent! Break, by Jesus' cross subdued; See his body mangled, rent, Stain'd and cover'd with his blood! Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Crucified the' eternal Son. 2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed; Driven the nails that fix'd him there, Crown'd with thorns his sacred head; Plunged into his side the spear; Made his soul a sacrifice, While for sinful man he dies. 3 Wilt thou let him bleed in vain? Still to death thy Lord pursue? Open all his wounds again, And the shameful cross renew? No; with all my sins I'll part; Saviour, take my broken heart. 298 C. M. He waiteth to be gracious. HY ceaseless, unexhausted love, THY Delights our evil to remove, And help our misery. 2 Thou waitest to be gracious still; Thou dost with sinners bear; That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, And all thy grace declare. 3 Thy goodness and thy truth to me, To every soul, abound; A vast, unfathomable sea, Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Its streams the whole creation reach, So plenteous is the store; Enough for all, enough for each, Enough forever more. 5 Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are,— A rock that cannot move: A thousand promises declare Thy constancy of love. 6 Throughout the universe it reigns, And while the truth of God remains, 299 SINN Universal redemption. L. M. INNERS, obey the heavenly call; Your prison doors stand open wide: Go forth, for Christ hath ransom'd all, For every soul of man hath died. 2 'Tis his the drooping soul to raise; To rescue all by sin oppress'd; To clothe them with the robes of praise, And give their weary spirits rest. 3 To help their grov'ling unbelief; 4 To make them trees of righteousness,-- 3d P. M. 4 6s & 2 8s. The jubilee trumpet. BLOW ye LOW ye the trumpet, blow To earth's remotest bound, 2 Jesus, our great High Priest, Ye mournful souls, be glad: The year of jubilee is come; 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb; Throughout the world proclaim : 4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, And blest in Jesus live: The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. |