111. The Dreadful End. L. M. 1 Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine To see the wicked, placed on high, In pride and robes of honor shine! 3 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream when man awakes; Their songs of softest harmony Are but a prelude to their plagues. 4 Now I esteem their mirth and wine Too dear to purchase with my blood; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Watts 112. The Broad Road. L. M. 1 Broad is the road that leads to death, And thousands walk together there; But wisdom shows a narrow path, With here and there a traveller. 2 "Deny thyself, and take thy cross," Is the Redeemer's great command; Nature must count her gold but dross, If she would gain this heavenly land. 121) 3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, And walks the ways of God no more, Is but esteem'd almost a saint, And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain; Create my heart entirely new ; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew. Watts. 113. Hope in the Gospel. S. M. 1 God's holy law transgress'd, Speaks nothing but despair; Burden'd with guilt-with grief oppress'd, 2 Not all our groans and tears, Nor works which we have done; Can e'er for sin atone. 3 Relief alone is found In Jesus' precious blood: 'Tis this that heals the mortal wound, And reconciles to God. 114. Harvest Past. S. M. 1 I saw, beyond the tomb, The awful Judge appear, Pratt's Col. Prepar'd to scan, with strict account, My blessings wasted here. 2 His wrath, like flaming fire, 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'd to-day; 4 Soon will the harvest close- INVITATION. Dwight. 115. Invitation. 7, 6. 1 Sinner, hear the Saviour's call, Grace to save thee from thy fears; And wipe away thy tears. 2 Why art thou afraid to come Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, 3 Think how on the cross he hung, Pierc'd with a thousand wounds! And ransom thee from wo. /Newton. 116. Christ's Invitation. L. M. 1 "Come hither, all ye weary souls, "Ye heavy laden sinners, come: "I'll give you rest from all your toils, "And raise you to my heavenly home. 2 "They shall find rest that learn of me: "I'm of a meek and lowly mind; "But passion rages like the sea, "And pride is restless as the wind. 3 "Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take "My yoke, and bear it with delight; "My yoke is easy to his neck, "My grace shall make the burden light." 4 Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeal; Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. Watts. 117. Sinners Invited to Christ. 8,7,4. 1 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Sinners Jesus came to call. 2 Let not conscience make you linger, All the fitness he requireth, 3 Agonizing in the garden, Lo! your Maker prostrate lies! |