4 Sinner, come,
Ere thy doom

Shall be seal'd forever;
Now return,

Grieve and mourn,

Flee to Christ the Saviour.

HYMN 14.

CHILD of sin and sorrow,

Fill'd with dismay,

Wait not for to-morrow,
Yield thee to-day;
Heaven bids thee come,
While yet there 's room;
Child of sin and sorrow,
Hear and obey.

2 Child of sin and sorrow,
Why wilt thou die?
Come, while thou canst borrow
Help from on high:

Grieve not that love,

Which from above

Child of sin and sorrow,

Would bring thee nigh.

HYMN 15. 76.

STOP, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you farther go,

Can you sport upon the brink

Of everlasting woe?

Hell beneath is gaping wide,

Vengeance waits the dread command;

Soon 'twill stop your sport and pride,
And sink you with the damn'd.
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you stand in that great day,
When his judgment he'll proclaim;
And the earth shall melt away,
Like wax before the flame?
3 Ghastly death will quickly come,
And drag you to the bar;
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair;
All your sins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye,
Each for vengeance cries aloud,
And what will you reply?

4 Though your hearts be made of steel,
Your foreheads lin'd with brass,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass:
Sinners then in vain will call,

(Though they now despise his grace :) Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face.

5 But as yet there is a hope,

You may his mercy know:
Though his arm be lifted up,

He still forbears the blow:
'Twas for sinners Jesus died;

Sinners He invites to come;

None that come shall be denied-
He says there still is room.

HYMN 16. C. M.

ATTEND, young friends, while I relate

The dangers you are in;

The evils that around you wait,

While subject unto sin.

Although you flourish like the rose,
While in its branches green;
Your sparkling eyes in death must close,
No more will they be seen.

2 In silent shades you must lie down,
Long in your graves to dwell;

Your friends will then stand weeping round,
And bid a long farewell.

How small this world will then appear

At the tremendous hour;

When you Jehovah's voice shall hear,
And feel his mighty power.

3 In vain you'll mourn, your days are past,
Alas! those days are gone,
Your golden hours are spent at last;
And never will return.

O come this moment and begin,
While life's sweet moments last,
Turn to the Lord, forsake all sin,
And he'll forgive the past.

HYMN 17. L. M.-double.
OUNG people all attention give,

name,

You who in sin and folly live, Come, hear the counsel of a friend. I sought for bliss in glitt'ring toys, And ranged th' alluring scenes of vice, But never found substantial joys Until I heard my Saviour'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 good old way; And now with trembling sense I view, Huge billows roll beneath your feet, For death eternal waits for you,

And hell is moved your souls to meet. 3 Youth, like the spring, will soon be past, By fleeting time or conqu'ring death; Yon morning sun may set at noon, So transient is our mortal breath; 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 woe 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 God's 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 Lord;
But with my mission now comply,
And heaven shall be your great reward.

Will you go.

WE

HYMN 18.

E are traveling home to heaven above;
Will you go? Will you go?
To sing a Saviour's dying love;

Will you go? Will you go?
Our sun shall there no more go down;
Our moon shall never be withdrawn;
Our days of mourning past and gone;
Will you go? Will you go?

2 We are going to walk the plains of light;

Will you, &c.

Where perfect day dispels the night;

Will you, &c.