6 Turn, mortal, turn; thy soul apply The dead who underneath thee lie, 338 Sin kills beyond the tomb. C. M. VAIN man, the 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 Fear of hell. C. M. TERRIBLE thought! shali I alone, 2 While all my old companions dear, Joyful at God's right hand appear, 3 Shall I, amidst a ghastry 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 7s. 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; While for sinful man he dies. 8 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. 341 INVITING. 8th P. M. 87, 87, 47. The invitation. COME, 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; Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger; 'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Sinners Jesus came to call. 5 Agonizing in the garden, Sinners, will not this suffice! 6 Lo! the' incarnate God, ascending, Can do helpless sinners good. 7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, Sinners here may do the same. 342 C. M. He waiteth to be gracious. JESUS, Redeemer of mankind, 2 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, Touch with thine all-victorious blood, 3 Open their eyes thy cross to see,- 4 All the day long he meekly stands, His rebels to receive; And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands, And bids you turn and live. 5 Turn, and your sins of deepest dye E'en now he waits the blood to' apply;- 343 6th P. M. 6 lines 7s. Fly to Jesus. WFrom the central point of bliss: WEARY souls, that wander wide Turn to Jesus crucified; Fly to those dear wounds of his : 2 Find in Christ the way of peace, 3 O believe the record true, Find on earth the life of heaven; 4 This the universal bliss, 344 1st P. M. 6 lines 88. Room for the guilty. COME, O my guilty brethren, come, |