Tho' God give them warning,
They onward will go,

They answer with fcorning,
And rush upon woe.
3 How fad to behold
The rich and the poor,
The young and the old,
All blindly fecure!
All pofting to ruin,
Refusing to ftop;

Ah! think what you're doing,
While yet there is hope!
How weak is your hand,
To fight with the Lord!
How can you withstand
The edge of his fword?
What hope of escaping
For those who oppose,
When hell is wide gaping
To fwallow his foes!
5 How oft have you dar'd
The Lord to his face!
Yet ftill you are spar'd
To hear of his grace;
Oh pray for repentance
And life-giving faith,
Before the juft fentence
Confign you to death,

It is not too late
To Jefus to flee,

His mercy is great,

. His pardon is free!

His blood has fuch virtue
For all that believe,

That nothing can hurt you,
If him you receive,

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II. Alarm.

STOP, poor finner! stop and think
Before you farther go!

Will you fport upon the brink
Of everlasting woe?

Once again, I charge you, ftop!
For, unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you drop
Into the burning lake!

Say, have you an arm like God,
That you his will oppofe?

Fear you not that iron rod

With which he breaks his foes?
Can you ftand in that dread day,
When he judgment fhall proclaim,
And the earth fhall melt away

Like wax before the flame?

Pale-fac'd death will quickly come
To drag you to his bar;

Then to hear your awful doom
Wilt fill you with despair:

All your fins will round you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson dye;
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what can you reply?
Tho' your heart be made of fteel,
Your forehead lin'd with brafs,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pafs:

Sinners then in vain will call,
(Tho' they now defpife his grace),
Rocks and mountains on us fall

And hide us from his face.

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But as yet there is a hope

You may his mercy know;

Tho' his arm is lifted up,
He ftill forbears the blow':
* Rev. vi. 16.

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'Twas for finners Jefus dy'd,
Sinners he invites to come;
None who come fhall be deny'd,
He fays, "There ftill is room*
III. We were once as you are.
Hall men pretend to pleasure
Who never knew the Lord ?
Can all the worldling's treafure
True peace of mind afford?
They fhall obtain this jewel

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In what their hearts defire,
When they by adding fuel

Can quench the flame of fire.
2 Till you can bid the ocean,
When furious tempefts roar t,
Forget its wonted motion,
And rage and fwell no more:
In vain your expectation

To find content in fin;
Or freedom from vexation,

While paffions reign within.

3 Come turn your thoughts to Jefus,
If you would good poffefs;
'Tis he alone that frees us

From guilt and from diftress:
When be by taith is prefent,

The finners troubles ceafe;
His ways are truly pleasant †,

And all his paths are peace. 4 Our time in fin we wafted, And fed upon the wind; Until his love we tafted,

No comfort could we find:
But now we ftand to witness

His pow'r and grace to you;
May you perceive its fitnefs,
And call upon him too!
*Luke, xiv. 220 † Ifaiah, lvii. 20. 21.

† Prov. iii. 17.

5. Our pleasure and our duty,
Tho' oppofite before,

Since we have feen his beauty,
Are join'd to part no more:
It is our highest pleasure,
No lefs than duty's call,
To love him beyond meafure,
And ferve him with our all.

IV. Prepare to meet GOD.
Inner, art thou ftill fecure?

Wilt thou ftill refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
See, his mighty arm is bar'd!
Awful terrors clothe his brow!
For his judgment stand prepar'd,
Thou must either break or bow.
2 At his prefence nature thakes,
Earth affrighted haftes to flee,
Solid mountains melt like wax,
What will then become of thee?
Who his advent may abide?
You that glory in your fhame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapt in flame?
3 Then the rich, the great, the wife,
Trembling, guilty, felf-condemn'd,
Muft behold the wrathful eyes
Of the Judge they once blafphem❜d:
Where are now their haughty looks?
Oh their horror and despair!
When they fee the open'd books,
And their dreadful fentence hear!
4 Lord, prepare us by thy grace!
Soon we must refign our breath;
And our fouls be call'd, to pass
Thro' the iron gate of death:
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Let us now our day improve, Liften to the gospel-voice; Seek the things that are above, Scorn the world's pretended joys. 5 Oh! when flesh and heart fhall fail Let thy love our fpirits cheer, Strength'ned thus we fhall prevail Over Satan, fin, and fear: Trufting in thy precious name, May we thus our journey end; Then our foes thall loofe their aim, And the Judge will be our friend.

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V. Invitation.

Inners, hear the Saviour's call,
He now is paffing by;

He has feen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry.

He has pardons to impart,
Grace to fave thee from thy fears,
See the love that fills his heart,
And wipe away thy tears.
Why art thou afraid to come
And tell him all thy cafe?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown thee from his face :

Wilt thou fear Emmanuel?

Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God,
Who to fave thy foul from hell,

Has fhed his precious blood?
Think, how on the cross he hung,
Pierc'd with a thousand wounds!
Hark, from each as with a tongue

The voice of pardon founds !

See, from all his burfting veins,
Blood, of wondrous virtue, flow!
Shed to wash away thy ftains,

And ranfom thee from woe.