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Can you stand in that dread day

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 bar ;
Then to hear your awful doom,
Will fill

you with despair.
All your sins will round


crowd ; You shall mark their crimson dye; Each for vengeance crying loud ;

And what can you reply?

4 Though your heart were made of steel,

Your forehead lined with brass : God at length will make you feel,

He will not let you pass. Sinners then in vain will call,

Those who now despise his grace, “ Rocks and mountains on us fall,

And hide us from his face.


'HE Lord on high proclaims

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His Godhead from his throne :
Mercy and justice are the names
By which I will be known.

2 “ Ye dying souls that sit

In darkness and distress, Look from the borders of the pit

To my recovering grace.”


3 Sinners shall hear the sound;

Their thankful tongues shall own, “Our righteousness and strength is found

In thee, the Lord, alone."

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SINNERS, turn, why will

4 In thee shall Israel trust,

And see their guilt forgiven ;
God will pronounce the sinners just,

And take the saints to heaven. 149 EXPOSTULATION WITH SINNERS.


God your Maker asks you why;
God who did your being give,


with himself to live,
He the fatal cause demands,
Asks the work of his own hands ;
Why, ye thankless creatures, why

Will ye cross his love and die ?
2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?

Saviour asks you why;
He who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself that ye might live,
Will ye let him die in vain,
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye rebel sinners, why

Will ye slight his grace and die? 3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die ?

God the Spirit asks you why;
Many a time with you he strove,
Wooed you to embrace his love;

not his



still refuse to live? Why will ye for ever die,

O ye guilty sinners, why? 150

CEARTS of stone, relent, relent,

Break, by Jesus' cross subdued ;
See his body mangled, rent,
Covered with his flowing blood;
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Crucified the incarnate Son !

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2 Yes, our sins have done the deed,

Driven the nails that fixed him there;
Crowned with thorns his sacred head,
Pierced him with a soldier's spear;
Made his soul a sacrifice;
For a sinful world he dies.

3 Will you let him die in vain,

Still' to death pursue the Lord ?
Open tear his wounds again,
Trample on his precious blood ?
No, with all my sins I'll part,
Saviour, take my broken heart.


SINNERS INVITED. 8s, 78. & 48. SINNERS, we are sent to bid you

To the gospel-feast to-day ; Will you slight the invitation ? Will you, can you yet delay?

Jesus calls you;
Come, poor sinners, come away.
2 Come, 01 come, all things are ready,

Bread to strengthen, wine to cheer:
If you spurn this blood-bought banquet,
Sinners, can your souls appear

Guests in heaven,
Scorning heaven's rich bounty here?
3 Come, 0 ! come, leave father, mother;

To your Saviour's bosom fly:
Leave the worthless world behind you,
Seek for pardon, or you die :

Pardon, Saviour !" Hear the sinking sinner cry. 4 Even now the Holy Spirit

Moves upon some melting heart,

Pleads a bleeding Saviour's merit;
Sinner, will you say “ Depart ?”

Wretched sinner,

your God depart?
5 What are all earth's dearest pleasures,

Were they more than tongue could tell ?
What are all its boasted treasures,
To a soul once sunk in hell ?

Treasure ! pleasure !
No such sounds are heard in hell.

6 Fly, 0! iy ye to the mountain,

Linger not in all the plain ;
Leave this Sodom of corruption,
Turn not, look not back again ;

Fly to Jesus,
Linger not in all the plain.

152 CHRIST KNOCKING AT THE DOOR. L. M. BE EHOLD a stranger at the door!

He gently knocks, has knocked before; Has waited long—is waiting still ; You treat no other friend so ill.

2 O lovely attitude, he stands

With melting heart and bleeding hands.
O matchless kindness, and he shows
This matchless kindness to his foes !

3 But will he prove a Friend indeed ?

He will—the very Friend you need;
The friend of sinners—yes, 'tis He,

With garments dyed on Calvary.
4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine ;

Turn out his enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn;

His feet departed ne'er return:
Admit him, or the hour's at hand,

You ’ll at his door rejected stand.


every mortal carattend, The trumpet of the gospel sounds,

With an inviting voice.
2 Ho! all ye hungry, starving souls,

That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind:
3 Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites,

The rich provision taste.
4 Ho! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst,

With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join; Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine. 6 Ye perishing and naked poor,

Who work with mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own,

That will not hide your sin; 7 Come naked, and adorn your souls

In robes prepared by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son,

And dyed in his own blood.

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