'Twas for sinners Jesus died, III. We once were as you are. Can quench the flame of fire. 3 Come, turn your thoughts to Jesus, No comfort could we find: His pow'r and grace to you; + Prov. iii. 17. 5 Our pleasure and our duty, IV. Prepare to meet God. 1 SINNER, art thou still secure? Awful terrors clothe his brow! You that glory in your shame, When the world is wrapt in flame? 3 Then the rich, the great, the wise, Trembling, guilty, self-condemn'd,, Must behold the wrathful eyes Of the Judge they once blasphem'd: Where are now their haughty looks? Oh! their horror and despair When they see the open'd books, And their dreadful sentence hear! 4 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: Let us now our day improve, Listen to the Gospel voice; Seek the things that are above, Scorn the world's pretended joys. 5 Oh! when flesh and heart shall fail, Let thy love our spirits cheer; Strengthen'd thus, we shall prevail Over Satan, sin, and fear: Trusting in thy precious name, May we thus our journey end! Then our foes shall lose their aim, And the Judge will be our Friend. V.-Invitation. 2 3 SINNERS, hear the Saviour's call, He has pardons to impart, Grace to save thee from thy fears; See the love that fills his heart, And wipe away thy tears. Why art thou afraid to come, He will not pronounce thy doom, Nor frown thee from his face: Wilt thou fear Immanuel? Wilt thou dread the Lamb of God, Has shed his precious blood? Pierc'd with a thousand wounds! See, from all his bursting veins, And ransom thee from woe, 4 5 Though his majesty be great, Though he thy transgressions hate, By himself the Lord has sworn That thou may'st live by faith. Raise thy downcast eyes, and see Yield not then to unbelief! While he says, There yet is room,' SIMILAR HYMNS. Book I. Hymn 75, 91. Book II. Hymn 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 35, 77, 78, 83. II. SEEKING, PLEADING, AND HOPING. VI.-The Burdened Sinner. 1 AH! what can I do, If justice pursue, What heart can endure? Though hard as a stone, * Ezek. xxxiii. 10. 2 With terror I read The sands on the shore: 3 Each sin, like his blood, To strike from on high: Nor can my repentance, Extorted by fear, Reverse the just sentence; 4 The case is too plain, I slighted his voice: 5 And must I then go, In torments and woe 6 Lord Jesus, on thee The vilest of all! |