Cowper.

HYMN 24. C. M.

The glory of the word.

Tand brings the truth to sight:

THE Spirit breathes upon the word,

Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.

2 A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun;
It gives a light to every age,
It gives-but borrows none.
5 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
His truths upon the nations rise,
They rise, but never set.

4 Let everlasting thanks be thine,
For such a bright display,

As makes a world of darkness.shine
With beams of heavenly day.

ALARMING.

HYMN 25. S. M.

NEWTON.

Few saved. Luke xiii. 23.

1DESTRUCTION'S dangerous road

What multitudes pursue!

While that which leads the soul to God,
Is known or sought by few.

2 Believers find the way
Thro' Christ, the living gate;
But those who hate this holy way
Complain it is too strait.

3 If self must be deny'd,

And sin no more caress'd,
They rather choose the way that's wide,
And strive to think it best.

4 Encompass'd by a throng,
On numbers they depend;
They say, so many can't be wrong,
And miss a happy end.

.5 But hear the Saviour's word, "Strive for the heav'nly gate, Many will call upon the Lord, And find their cries too late." 6 Obey the gospel call,

And enter while you may;
The flock of Christ is always small,
And none are safe but they.

7 Lord, open sinners' eyes,
Their awful state to see;

And make them, ere the storm arise,
To thee for safety flee.

HYMN 26. C. M.

Matt. vii. 13, 14.

DOBELL.

INNERS, behold that downward road

Which leads to endless wo;

What multitudes of thoughtless souls,
The road to ruin go!

2 But yonder see that narrow way
Which leads to endless bliss;
There see a happy chosen few,
Redeem'd by sovereign grace.
3 They from destruction's city came,
To Zion upward tend:

The bible is their precious guide,
And God himself their friend.

4 Lord, I would now a pilgrim be-
Guide thou my feet aright;

I would not for ten thousand worlds
Be banish'd from thy sight.

HYMN 27. L. M.

DODDRIDGE.

The sinner weighed and found wanting. Dan. v. 27. AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thin

1 R

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.' 4.Let sudden 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.

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HYMN 28. c. M.

Hell. Isa. xxx. 33. Mark ix. 43, 44.

AR from the utmost verge of day

F Those gloomy regions lie,

Where flames amid the darkness playThe worm shall never die.

2 The breath of God-his angry breath
Supplies and fans the fire;

There sinners taste the second death,
And would-but can't expire.

3 Conscience, the never dying worm,
With torture gnaws the heart;
And wo and wrath, in every form,
Is now the sinner's part.

4 Sad world indeed! ah, who can bear

Forever there to dwellForever sinking in despair In all the pains of hell!

HYMN 29. C. M.

WATTS.

The Scoffer.

1

ALL ye who laugh and sport with death,
And say, there is no hell;

The gasp of your expiring breath
Will send you there to dwell.
2 When iron slumbers bind your flesh,
With strange surprise you'll find
Immortal vigor spring afresh,

And tortures wake the mind!

3 Then you'll confess, the frightful names
Of plagues, you scorn'd before,
No more shall look like idle dreams,
Like foolish tales no more.

4 Then shall ye curse that fatal day,
With flames upon your tongues,
When you exchang'd your souls away
For vanity and songs.

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HYMN 30. L. M.

To-day. Heb. iv. 7.

ASTEN, O sinner, to be wise,
And stay
not for the morrow's sun