3 Give us ourselves and thee to know, 329 WH The accepted time. L. M. HILE life prolongs its precious light, Mercy is found, and peace is given; But soon, ah, soon, approaching night Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found. 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, Shall death command you to the grave,Before His bar your spirits bring, And none be found to hear or save. 4 In that lone land of deep despair, No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,No God regard your bitter prayer, No Saviour call you to the skies. 5 Now God invites; how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, O haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found. 330 To-day the accepted time. NOW is the' accepted time, Now is the day of grace; S. M. 2 Now is the' accepted time, in of our own; O sinner, come, without delay, 332 S. M. C. M. Boast not thyself of to-morrow. WHY This hour may fix our final doom, The past, alas! is all a dream; 3 0, think what vast concerns depend When life and all its cares shall end 4 O 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 And hail him as our All in all, 333 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. The danger of delay. HASTEN, sinner, to be wise! Stay not for the morrow's sun: Ere the morrow is begun. 334 No peace to the wicked. C. M. INNERS, the voice of God regard; He calls you by his sacred word 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 In pain you travel all your days, 5 But he that turns to God shall live, 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, Rest for the weary soul? S. M. "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; 3 Beyond this vale of tears 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Thou God of truth and grace! 336 The dead and the living. L.M. HERE are the dead?-In heaven or hell W Their disembodied spirits dwell; 2 Where are the living?-On the ground Warnings from the grave. C. M. BENEATH our feet, and o'er our head, Is equal warning given; Beneath us lie the countless dead,- 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, Each season has its own disease,- 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, |