The eyes grow dim and short the breath, 4 When clammy sweats thro' ev'ry part, The brightest day, or blackest night; 234. L. M. The night cometh. John ix. 4 To-day attend his gracious voice; This is the summons that he sends: "Awake,-for on this transient hour 'T'hy long eternity depends." 235.7 1 L. M. •The sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. v. 27. RAISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye; Behold God's balance lifted high! There shall his justice be display'd, And there thy hope and life be weigh'd. 2 See in one scale his perfect law; Mark with what force its precepts draw: Wouldst thou the awful test sustain?Thy works how light! thy thoughts how vain! 3 Behold the hand of God appears To trace in dreadful characters; "Sinner-thy soul is wanting found, And wrath shall smite thee to the ground." Let gudden fear thy nerves unbrace; Let horror change thy guilty face; Thro' all thy thoughts let anguish roll, Till deep repentance melt thy soul. 5 One only hope may yet prevail;Christ hath a weight to turn the scale; Still doth the gospel publish peace, And show a Saviour's righteousness. 6 Great God, exert thy power to save; Deep on the heart, these truths engrave; The pond'rous load of guilt remove, That trembling lips may sing thy love. 236. 1 C. M. The Scoffer. ALL ye who laugh and sport with death, The gasp of your expiring breath 2 When iron slumbers bind your flesh, And tortures wake the mind! 3 Then you'll confess the frightful names 4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day, 237. S. M. The harvest is past. Jer. vii. 20 1 I SAW, beyond the tomb, The awful Judge appear, Prepar'd to scan with strict account, 2 His wrath like flaming fire, 3 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, 4 Soon will the harvest close- 238. P. M. Rom. iii. 16. WHEN frowning death appears, And points his fatal dart, What dark foreboding fears The dreadful blow No arm can stay, But torn away 2 Now every hope denied, No mercy there 3 Sinners, awake, attend, 239. 1 Now points the path P. M. Sinner, prepare to meet God SINNER, art thou still secure? Awful terrors clothe his brow! 4 Who his advent may abide? You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide, When the world is wrapt in flame? 5 Lord, prepare us by thy grace! Soon we must resign our breath, And our souls be call'd to pass Through the iron gate of death. 6 Let us now our day improve, Listen to the gospel voice: Seek the things that are above; 1 STOP, poor sinners, stop and think, Will you sport upon the brink On the verge of ruin stop Now the friendly warning take- 2 Say, have you au arm like God, With which he breaks his foes? 3 Ghastly death will quickly come, Tho' your heart were made of steel, Those who now despise his grace, "Rocks and mountains on us fall, And hide us from his face." |