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2 Will it relieve their horrors there,
To recollect their stations here;
For soon, &c. 3 Oh! this will aggravate their case,
They perish'd under means of grace;
For soon, &c. 4 We seem alike when thus we meet,
Strangers might think we all are wheat,
For soon, &c. 5 The tares are spared for various ends,
Some for the sake of praying friends;
For soon, &c. 6 But though they grow so tall and strong,
His plan will not require them long; .
For soon, &c. ny Most awful thought, and is it so?
Must all inankind the harvest know?
For soon, &c.
HYMN 8. 8, 7, 4. INNERS, will you scorn the message,
Every sentence_0, how tender!
Listen to it
Every line is full of love. 2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel,
News from Zion's King proclaim, To each rebel sinner-"Pardon, Free forgiveness in his name !"
Free forgiveness in his name! 3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
Chase away the falling tears. 4 Who hath our report believed!
Who received the joyful word?
Can you slight it
Offer'd to you by the Lord!
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
HYMN 9. 4. 7s.
Raise thy spirit, dark and dead,
Jesus waits his light to shed.
See the bright and living path:
Leave thy folly, seek the skies.
Evil is the mortal day.
Call’d of Jesus, learn his will:
HYMN 10. L. M.
And while the lamp holds out to burn,
0! hasten sinner to return. 2 Life is the hour that God hath given
T escape from hell and fly to heaven, The day of grace when mortals may
Secure the blessings of the day.
My hands with all your might pursue:
4 There are no acts of pardon pass'd
In the cold grave to which we haste:
HYMN 11. L. M.
And seek an injur'd Father's face; Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart; His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thy inward smart. 3 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
How freely Jesus can forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And wipe away the falling tear; "Tis God who says, “no longer mourn,"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
HYMN 12. L. M.
He gently knocks, has knock'd before; Has waited long, is waiting still;
You use no other friend so ill. 2 But will he prove a friend indeed?
He will--the very friend you need:
The man of Nazareth is he,
With garments dyed from Calvary. 3 O lovely attitude ! he stands
With melting heart and open hands;
That matchless kindness to his foes. 4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine,
Turn out his enemy and thine,
'Mid thy gloom,
While there 's room,
While the Lord,
By his word,
Lo, the tomb
Lift his hand,