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4 Why will you in the crooked ways

Of sin and folly go?
In pain you travel all your days,

To reach eternal wo. 5 But he that turns to God shall live,

Through his abounding grace : His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those that seek his face.
6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin;
Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord,

And learn his will divine.



S. M. The horrors of the second death. WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul ? "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give

The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live,

Nor all of death to die.
3 Beyond this vale of tears

There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the fight of years ;

And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath: O what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death! 5 Thou God of truth and grace!

Teach us that death to shun; Lest we be banish'd from thy face,

Forever more undone.



L. M.
The dead and the living
HERE are the dead ?-In heaven or hell

Their disembodied spirits dwell;
Their perish'd forms, in bonds of clay,
Reserved until the judgment-day.
2 Where are the living ?-On the ground
Where prayer is heard and

is heard and mercy found;
Where, in the compass of a span,
The mortal makes the immortal man.
3 Then, timely warn’d, let us begin
To follow Christ and flee from sin;
Daily grow up in him our Head,
Lord of the living and the dead.

C. M. Warnings from the grave.

BENEATH our feet,

and o’er our head,

Is equal warning
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

Of youth's soft cheek decay, And fate descend in sudden night

On manhood's middle day.
4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age

Halt feebly to the tomb;
And shall earth still our hearts engage,

And dreams of days to come ?
5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know:

Where'er thy foot can tread,
The earth rings hollow from below,

And warns thee by her dead.


6 Turn, mortal, turn; thy soul apply

To truths divinely given :
The dead who underneath thee lie,

Shall live for hell or heaven. 338

C. M.
Sin kills beyond the tomb.
AIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear;

Repent, thine end is nigh;
Death, at the farthest, can't be far:

O think before thou die. 2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save;

Thy sins, how high they mount ! What are thy hopes beyond the grave ?

How stands that dark account? 3 Death enters, and there's no defence;

His time there's none can tell; He'll in a moment call thee hence,

To heaven, or down to hell. 4 Thy flesh (perhaps thy greatest care)

Shall into dust consume;
But, ah! destruction stops not there;

Sin kills beyond the tomb. 339

C. M.
Fear of hell.
IERRIBLE thought! shall I alone,

Who may be saved, shall I,
Of all, alas ! whom I have known,

Through sin forever die ?
2 While all my old companions dear,

With whom I once did live, Joyful at God's right hand appear,

A blessing to receive :3 Shall I, amidst a ghastly band,

Dragg’d to the judgment-seat, Far on the left with horror stand,

My fearful doom to meet ?


4 Ah! no ;--I still may turn and live,

For still his wrath delays;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,

And offers me his grace.

5 I will accept his offers now

From every sin depart— Perform my oft-repeated vow, And render him my heart.


6 I will improve what I receive,

The grace through Jesus given; Sure, if with God on earth I live,

To live with God in heaven.


6th P. M. 6 lines 78.

What sin hath done.

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(EARTS 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.





8th P. M. 87, 87, 47

The invitation.
YOME, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power :

He is able, He is willing : doubt no more. 2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome;

God's free bounty glorify; 'True belief and true repentance,Every grace that brings you nigh,

Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger;

Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him :

This he gives you, -
'Tis the Spirit's glimm’ring beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,

Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you 're better,
You will never come at all;

Not the righteous, -
Sinners Jesus came to call.

5 Agonizing in the garden,

Your Redeemer prostrate lies :
On the bloody tree behold him !
Hear him cry, before he dies,

It is finish'd !
Sinners, will not this suffice:

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