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5 “Will you go down to endless night, | “And bear eternal pain? “Or in the glorious realms of light |\,
“With me for ever reign :
6 “Say—will you hear my gracious voice, “And have your sins forgiven 2
“Or will you make that wretched choice, łl
“And bar yourselves from heaven?”
105. Grieve not the Spirit. S. M.
1 And canst thou, sinner, slight
2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve t The Spirit from thy breast,
Till he thy wretched soul shall leave
3 To-day, a pardoning God j}
4. But grace, so dearly bought, | If yet thou wilt despise,
Thy fearful doom, with vengeance fraught
Will fill thee with surprise. Hyde,
106. Sinners entreated. C. M.
* 1 Sinners, the voice of God regard! His mercy speaks to-day; He calls you, by his sovereign word, From sin's destructive way.
* Like the rough sea that cannot rest,
* Your way is dark, and leads to hell;
* Why will you in the crooked ways
5 But he who turns to God shall live,
6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,
7 His love exceeds your highest thoughts;
107. "Weighed in the balance.” L. M.
1 Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye,
2 See in one scale God's holy law;
3 Behold the hand of God appears,
4 Let fear thy sin-bound heart embrace;
5 One only hope can yet prevail:
*ner, Prepare to meet God. 7's.
1 Sinner, art thou still secure?
2 See, his mighty arm is bared Awful terrors clothe his brow! For his judgment stand prepar’d— Thou must either break or bow. 3 At his Presence nature shakes, Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee: Solid mountains melt like wax; 2 What will then become of thee? “Who his advent may abide 2 wo who glory in your shame, ill you find a place to hide When the world is Wrapp'd in flame? 5 Lord, Prepare us by thy grace, * We must resign our breath ; *d our souls becaid to pass Through the iron gate of death. 6 Let is now our day improve, Listen to the Gospel voice; Seek the things that are above; *9th the world's pretended joys. Newton
109. The JAlarm. 7 6.
1 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think,
Before you further go;
Will you sport upon the brink
On the verge of ruin stop—
Stay your footsteps—ere you drop
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppose?
Fear ye not that iron rod
Can you stand in that dread day
When the earth shall melt away
3 Ghastly death will quickly come
And drag you to his bar;
Then to hear your awful doom
Sinners then in vain will call—
"Rocks and mountains on us fall, "And hide us from his face.” Newton.