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6 Turn, mortal, turn; thy soul apply
The dead who underneath thee lie,
Sin kills beyond the tomb.
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; 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.
TERRIBLE, thought!,shall I,
Of all, alas! whom I have known,
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,
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What sin hath done.
EARTS of stone, relent, relent!
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;
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.
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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; 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;
'Tis the Spirit's glimm'ring beam.
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.
He waiteth to be gracious.
[ESUS, Redeemer of mankind,
Thy mercy let the sinner find,
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,
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;-
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Fly to Jesus.
WEARY souls, that wander wide
From the central point of bliss:
Turn to Jesus crucified;
Fly to those dear wounds of his : Sink into the purple flood;
Rise into the life of God.
2 Find in Christ the way of peace,
3 0 believe the record true,
Find on earth the life of heaven:
4 This the universal bliss,
His bleeding heart shall make you room;