4 Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm, The glorious prize pursue;

Nor fear the want of earthly good,

While heaven is kept in view.

HYMN 285. S. M. Lisbon. [*]
The Unrighteous excluded from Heaven.
AN sinners hope for heaven,

Who love this world so well;

Or dream of future happiness,

While in the road to hell?

2 Shall they hosannas sing,

With an unhallow'd tongue; Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbour wrong? 3 Can sin's deceitful way

Conduct to Zion's hill;

Or those expect with God to reign
Who disregard his will?

o 4 Thy grace, O God, alone
Can a good hope afford!

The pardon'd and renew'd shall see
The glory of the Lord.

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HYMN 286. L. M.

PRATT'S COL.

Munich. [b]

The Value of a Moment.

A Life trembles on the brink of death,

T every motion of our breath,

A taper's flame that upward turns,
While downward to the dust it burns.
2 A moment usher'd us to birth,
Heirs of the commonwealth of earth;
Moment by moment, years are past,
And one ere long will be our last.

3 'Twixt that, long-fled, which gave us light,
And that which soon shall end in night,
There is a point no eye can see,

Yet on it hangs eternity.

4 This is that moment,-who shall tell
Whether it leads to heav'n or hell?
This is that moment, as we choose,
Th' immortal soul we save or lose."
5 Time past and time to come are not,
Time present is our only lot;
O God, henceforth our hearts incline
To seek no other love than thine!

MONTGOMERY.

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HYMN 287. S. M. Canterbury. [b]

The Issues of Life and Death.
WHERE shall rest be found,
Rest for the weary soul?

"Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,

Or pierce to either pole : 2 The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears, There is a life above, Unmeasur'd by the flight of years, And all that life is love :4 There is a death, whose pang Outlasts the fleeting breath; Oh what eternal horrors hang

Around "the second death!"

5 Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,

Lest we be banish'd from thy face,
And evermore undone.

MONTGOMERY.

HYMN 288. C. M. Dundee. [b]
Treasuring up Wrath.

e 1 UNGRATEFUL man! Oh whence this scorn

Of long-extended grace?

And whence this madness, that insults
Th' Almighty to his face?

2 Is all the treasur'd wrath so small,
You labour still for more;
Though not eternal rolling years

Can e'er exhaust that store?

s 3 Swift will the day of vengeance come, Which must your sentence seal;

g And righteous judgment, now unknown, In all its wrath reveal.

p 4 Alarm'd and melted at his voice, Your conquer'd heart shall bow

g But, to escape the vengeance then, Embrace the Saviour now.

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HYMN 289. H. M. Haddam. [b or *] 1 WHEN frowning death appears,

And points his fatal dart,

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Will greet his ear,

Of black despair.

And flee the wrath to come;

Make Christ, the Judge, your friend,

And heaven shall be your home.

That leads from death

To joys on high.

LEE.

Norwalk. [b]

Anticipation of the Judgment.

OW will my heart endure

1 HOW

The terrors of that day;

When earth and heaven, before the Judge,

Astonish'd shrink away!

2 But ere that trumpet shakes

The mansions of the dead;
Hark! from the gospel's cheering sound,
What joyful tidings spread!
3 Ye sinners, seek his grace,
Whose wrath ye cannot bear ;
Fly to the shelter of his cross,
And find salvation there.

4 So shall that curse remove
By which the Saviour bled;
And the last awful day shall pour
His blessings on our head.

HYMN 291.

S. M.

Yarmouth. [b]

The Harvest past.

SAW beyond the tomb,
The awful Judge appear,
Prepar'd to scan with striet account
My blessings wasted here.

a 2 His wrath like flaming fire,
Burn'd to the lowest hell-

And in that hopeless world of 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.

4 Soon will the harvest close-
The summer soon be o'er-

And soon your injur'd, angry God
Will hear your prayers no more.

HYMN 292. L. M.

DWIGHT.

Winchelsea. [b or *]

The Watchful Servant. Luke xii, 38, 39.
WAKE, awake, each sluggish soul !

81 Awake, and view the setting sun!

See how the shades of death advance,
Ere half the task of life is done.

e 2 Death! 'tis an awful, solemn sound!
Oh may it wake the slumb'ring ear!
Apace the dreadful conqu'ror comes,
With all his pale companions near.
3 Soon will he close all drowsy eyes,
Nor shall we hear these warnings more;
Soon will the mighty Judge approach;
E'en now he stands before the door.
4 To-day, attend his gracious voice!
This is the summons which he sends-
"Awake! for on this passing hour,
Thy long eternity depends.'

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HEGINBOTHAM.

HYMN 293. L. M. Nazareth. [* or b]

The Sinner hastened.

b 1 HASTEN, O sinner! to be wise,

And stay not for the morrow's sun;

The longer wisdom you despise,
The harder is it to be won.

2 Oh hasten, mercy to implore,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy season should be o'er,
Before this ev'ning stage be run.
3 Hasten, O sinner! to return,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear thy lamp should cease to burn,
Before the needful work is done.

4 Hasten, O sinner! to be blest,
And stay not for the morrow's sun;
For fear the curse should thee arrest,
Before the morrow is begun.

SELECT.

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HYMN 294.

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H. M. Haddam. [b]

"Yet there is Room." Luke xiv, 22.

1 YE dying sons of men,

Immerged in sin and wo,

The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come;
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame:
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame :
All things are ready, sinner, come,
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,

And faithful is his name:
Backsliding souls, return and come,
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls, draw near,
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will, now come :
In mercy's breast there still is room.

BODEN.

HYMN 295. C. M. Canterbury. [b or *]

God's Command to all Men to repent. Luke xiii, 3. EPENT, the voice celestial cries,

e 1 Ro longer dare delay:

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The wretch that scorns the mandate dies,—
And meets a fiery day.

2 Together in his presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;
Accept the offered Saviour now,
Nor trifle with the grace.

3 Bow, ere the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to his bar:

For mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And turns to vengeance there.

p 4 Amazing love,-that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts subdued by goodness fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.