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8, 6, 8, 6, 8, 8.

10, watch and pray, thou canst not tell
T How near thine hour may be;
Thou canst not tell how soon the bell
May toll its notes for thee:

Death's countless snares beset thy way-
Frail child of dust! go, watch and pray.

2 Fond youth, while free from blighting care, Does thy firm pulse beat high?

Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair,
Dilate before thine eye?

Soon these must change-must pass away-
Frail child of dust! go, watch and pray.

3 Thou aged man! life's wintry storm
Hath sear'd thy vernal bloom;
With trembling limbs and wasting form,
Thou'rt bending o'er the tomb;
And can vain hope lead thee astray?
Go, weary pilgrim! watch and pray.

4 Ambition! stop thy panting breath!
Pride, sink thy lifted eye!

Behold the caverns, dark with death,
Before you open lie;

The heavenly warning now obey-
Ye sons of pride, go watch and pray.

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L. M.-double.

OUNG people, all attention give,

press you in God's name;

You who in sin and folly live,

Come hear the counsel of a friend:

I sought for bliss in glittering toys,
And ranged th' alluring scenes of vice,

But never found substantial joys
Until I heard my Savior's voice.

2 He spake my sins at once forgiv'n,
And wash'd my load of guilt away;
He gave me pardon, peace and heaven,
And thus I found the narrow way:
And now with trembling sense I view
Huge billows roll beneath your feet;
For death eternal waits for you,

Who slight the force of gospel truth.

3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be gone,
By fleeting time or conqu'ring death;
Your morning sun may set at noon,
And leave you ever in the dark:
Your sparkling eyes and blooming cheeks
Must wither like the blasted rose;
The coffin, earth and winding sheet
Will soon your active limbs enclose.

4 Ye heedless ones that wildly stroll,
The grave must soon become your bed,
Where silence reigns, and vapors roll,
In solemn silence, round your head:
Your friends may pass that lonesome place,
And with a sigh move slowly on,
Still gazing on the spires of grass

With which your graves are overgrown.

5 But O! the soul where vengeance reigns,
It sinks with groans and ceaseless cries;
It rolls amidst the burning flames,
In endless wo and agonies:

There swallow'd up in darkest night,
Where devils howl, and thunders roar,
To rage in keen despair and guilt,
When thousand thousand years are o'er.

6 O! fellow youth, this is the state
Of all who do free grace refuse,
And soon with you 'twill be too late
The way of life in Christ to choose!
Come, lay your carnal weapons by,
No longer fight against your God;
But with the gospel now comply,
And heaven shall be your great reward.

COM thousand thoughts revolve;

TOME, humble sinner, in whose breast

Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, And make this last resolve:

2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sins
Have like a mountain rose;

I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess :
I'll to him-I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sov'reign grace.

4 "I'll to my gracious king approach,
Whose sceptre pardon gives;
Perhaps he may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.

5 "Perhaps he may admit my plea,
Perhaps he'll hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,

And perish only there.

6 "I can but perish if I goI am resolved to try;

ARK! the jubilee is sounding;

Ho the joyful news is come;

Free salvation is proclaiming,

In and through God's own dear Son. Now we have an invitation

To the meek and lowly Lamb; Glory, honor and salvation,

Christ the Lord is come to reign.

2 Come, dear friends, and don't neglect it,
Come to Jesus in your prime;
Great salvation, don't reject it;
O receive it, now's your time;
Now the Savior is beginning
To revive his work again;
Glory, honor, and salvation,

Christ the Lord is come to reign.

3 Come, dear children, praise your Jesus,
Praise him, praise him, evermore;
May his boundless love constrain us
His great mercy to adore;

O then let us join together,
Crowns of glory to obtain;

Glory, honor, and salvation,

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Christ the Lord has come to reign.

L. M.

SINNER turn, why will you die? The God that made you asks you, why? O! why, by worse than madness driven, Fly from the path that leads to heaven?

2 O! sinner turn, why will you die?
The blessed Savior asks you, why?
In melting strains divinely sweet,
Invites you to the mercy seat.

8 O! sinner turn, why will you die?
The Holy Spirit asks you, why?
Calls up your sins in dire array,
And points you to the judgment day.

4 O! sinner turn, why will you die?
Your dear companions ask you, why?
And tell of Christ's amazing love,
Your cold unfeeling heart to move.

5 O! sinner turn, why will you die?
All heaven rejoicing, asks you, why?
And hovering angels wait around,
Eager to shout "the lost is found."

6 O! sinner turn, why will you die?
Hell in loud wailings asks you, why?
Its flames and woes incessant cry,
"Turn, sinner, turn, why will you die?"

H. The gospel trumpets now are blowing;

ARK, brethren, don't you hear the sound

Men in order enlisting round,

And soldiers to their standard flowing;
Bounty's offer'd, joy and peace,

To ev'ry soldier this is given;
When from toil and war they cease,
Mansions bright prepared in heaven.

2 The battle is not to the strong,
The burden's on our Captain's shoulders;