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The dead and the living.
HERE are the dead?-In heaven or hell
Their perish'd forms, in bonds of clay,
2 Where are the living?-On the ground
Warnings from the grave.
ENEATH our feet, and o'er our head,
Beneath us lie the countless dead,-
2 Death rides on every passing breeze,
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:
6 Turn, mortal, turn; thy soul apply
Sin kills beyond the tomb.
Death, at the farthest, can't be far:
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;
1 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;
Fear of hell.
RRIBLE thought! shall I alone,
2 While all my old companions dear,
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,
What sin hath done.
HEARTS of stone, relent, relent!
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.
6th P. M. 6 lines 7s.
2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed;
Driven the nails that fix'd him there;
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.
YOME, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
He is willing: doubt no more.
2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,―
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,
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Your Redeemer prostrate lies;
Sinners, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! the' incarnate God, ascending,
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert,
Sweetly echo with his name:
Sinners here may do the same.
He waiteth to be gracious.
JESUS, Redeemer of mankind,
2 Who thee beneath their feet have trod, And crucified afresh,
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;—