4 The sinner must the stranger know, HYMN 81. S. M. DOBELL. Durham, St. Thomas. The accepted time. 2 Cor. vi. 2. NOW Now is the day of grace; 2 Now is th' accepted time, 4 Lord, draw reluctant souls, HYMN 82. L. M. DWIGHT. Psalm 88th, Carthage, Darwent. WHILE life prolongs its precious light, W Mercy is found and peace is giv'n But soon, ah soon! approaching night 2 While God invites, how blest the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, haste, Oh, haste away, While yet a pard'ning God he's 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." Blendon, China. IO-DAY, if ye will hear his voice, Now is the time to make your choice; Say, will you to Mount Zion go? Will you be sav'd from sin and hell? 3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, Obey the gospel's joyful sound; Come, go with us, and you shall prove The joy of Christ's redeeming love. 4 Once more we ask you in his name— 5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, HYMN 84. S. M. DODDRIDGE. 7.1 T Little Marlboro', Aylesbury. James iv. 13, 14. NO-MORROW, Lord, is thine, And, if its sun arise and shine, 3 Since on this winged hour Waken by thine almighty power 4 One thing demands our care; 5 To Jesus may we fly, Swift as the morning light, Lest life's young golden beams should die In sudden, endless night. HYMN 85. L. M. A HEGINBOTHOM. Leyden, Luton, Nantwich. The night cometh. John ix. 4. WAKE, awake, my sluggish soul, Awake, and view the setting sun; See how the shades of death advance, Ere half the task of life is done. 2 Death!-'tis an awful, solemn sound Oh, let it wake the slumb'ring ear! Apace the dreadful conqueror comes, With all his pale companions near. 3 Thy drowsy eyes will soon be clos'd,These friendly warnings heard no more; Soon will the mighty Judge approach, E'en now he stands before the door. 4 To-day attend his gracious voice; This is the summons that he sends: "Awake,-for on this transient hour Thy long eternity depends." Wantage, Bangor. WATTS. Repentance. Zech. xii. 10. 1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sov'reign die ? Would he devote that sacred head 2 Was it for crimes, that I had done- 8 Well might the sun in darkness hide, When God, the mighty Maker, dy'd 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 5 But drops of tears can ne'er repay Here, Lord, I give myself away- HYMN 87. C. M. STEELE. Funeral Hymn, Buckingham. THOU, whose tender mercy hears Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before thy throne of grace, Hast thou not bid me seek thy face? 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail |