90. Regeneration by the Spirit. C. M. 2 The sovereign will of God alone 3 The Spirit, like some heavenly wind, 4 Our quicken'd souls awake and rise Watts. 91. Regeneration by the Spirit. C. M. 1 How helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load! The heart unchang'd can never rise 2 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine 'Tis thine, almighty Spirit, thine 3 'Tis thine the passions to recal, 4 To chase the shades of death away, A beam of heav'n, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give. 50 change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine! Then shall our passions and our pow'rs, Steele. WARNING. 92. The New Birth. C. P. M. Eternal truth did loud proclaim, Or else to ruin go. 2 Amaz'd I stood, but could not tell Which way to shun the gates of hell; For death and hell drew near: I strove indeed, but strove in vain: 3 When to the law I trembling fled, This dreadful truth renew'd my pain, "The sinner must be born again!" And whelm'd my tortur'd mind. 4 Again did Sinai's thunders roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul, A vast oppressive load: Alas! I read and saw it plain, 5 The saints I heard with rapture tell 6 But while I thus in anguish lay, The sinner, by his justice slain, And sings Redeeming love. Oc cum. 93. Ye must be born again. C. M. 1 Sinners, this solemn truth regard, For Christ the Saviour hath declar'd, 2 Whate'er might be your birth or blood, Thus saith the glorious Son of God, 3 Our nature totally deprav'd, The heart a sink of sin; Without a change we can't be sav'd; And breathe on sinners slain; Hoskins. 94. The Judgment hastening. C. M. 1 Now is the time, th' accepted hour, The Saviour 's knocking at your door, 2 Oh! don't refuse to give him room, He'll then in robes of vengeance come 3 Then where, poor mortals, will you be, If destitute of grace; When you your injured Judge shall see, And stand before his face? 4 Oh! could you shun that dreadful sight, How would you wish to fly To the dark shades of endless night, 5 The dead, awake, must all appear, 6 Let not these warnings be in vain; Lest you should meet them all again, 95. Repent. C. M. 1 Repent, the voice celestial cries, Nor longer dare delay; Cowper, The wretch that scorns the mandate dies, 2 O humbly in his presence bow, |