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The eyes grow dim and short the breath,
And then the breathless frame forsake. 5 When all eternity's in sight;
The brightest day, or blackest night;
And let thee into worlds unknown.
How wilt thou leave thy kindred clay!
L. M. 234.
The night cometh. John ix. * "AY WAKE, awake, my sluggish soul,
Awake, and view the setting sun;
Ere half the task of life is done.
Oh, let it wake the slumb’ring ear! Apace the dreadful conqueror comes,
With all his pale companions near. 3 l'hy drowsy eyes will soon be clos'd,
These friendly warning's heard no more Soon will the mighty Judge approach,
E'en now he stands before the door. To-day attend his gracious voice;
This is the summons that he sends: “ Awake, - for on this transient hour Thy long eternity depends.
L. M. 235. 9. The sinner weighed and found wanting,
Dani. v. 27. "RAISE, thouglıtless sinner, raise thine eye; Behold God's balance lifted high!
There shall his justice be display'd,
And there thy hope and life be weighid. 2 See in one scale his perfect law;
Mark with what force its precepts draw:
Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain! 3 Behold the hand of God appears
To trace in dreadful characters;
Till deep repentance melt thy soul. 5 One only hope may yet prevail;
Christ hath a weight to turn the scale;
And show a Saviour's righteousness. 6 Great God, exert thy power to save;
Deep on the heart, these truths engrave;:
C. M. 236.
And say, there is no hell;
Will send you there to dwell.
With strange surprise you'll find Immortal vigour springs afresh,
And tortures wake the mind!
Of plagues, you scorn'd before,
A Then shall ye curse that fatal day,
With flames upon your tongues,
S. M. 237.
The harvest is past. Jer. viii. 20 1 I SAW, beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear, Prepar'd to scan with strict account,
My blessings wasted here. 2 His wrath like flaming fire,
Burn'd to the lowest hell And in that hopeless world wo,
He bade my spirit dwell. 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis call'd to day; Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.
The summer soon be o'er-
P. M. 238.
Rom. iii. 16. WHEN frowning death appears,
And points his tatal dart,
The dreadful blow
He sinks to wo.
Bereft of every good,
No mercy there
Of black despair.
And flee the wrath to come;
His mercy nigh,
P. M. 239.
Sinner, prepare to meet Goch 1 SINNER, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
In the Lord's avenging day? 2 See, his mighty arm is hard!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
Thou must either break or bow. 3 At his presence nature shakes,
Earth-affrighted hastes to flee;
What will then become of thee? $ Who his advent may
When the world is wrapt in flame? 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath,
Through the iron gate of death. 6 Let us now our day improve, Listen to the gospel voice:
Seek the things that are above;
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
P. M. 240.
The Alarm. 'Stol, poor sinners, stop and think,
Before you further go;
Of everlasting wo!
Now the friendly warning take
Into the burning lake.
That you his will oppose?
With which he breaks his foes!
Which his justice shall proclaim, When the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
3 Ghastly death will quickly come, And drag you to his
Will fill you with despair!
You shall mark their crimson dye;
And what can you reply?
Tho' your heart were made of steel,
Your forehead lin’d with brass;
He will not let you pass;
Those who now despise his grace, “Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face."