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Jehovah himself doth invite
To drink of his pleasures unknown;
By faith of his Spirit we take;
ERRIBLE thought! shall I alone,
Of all, alas! whom I have known,
2 While all my old companions dear,
3 Shall I,-amidst a ghastly band,
4 Ah! no:- still may turn and live;
He now vouchsafes a kind reprieve,
5 I will accept his offers now,
Perform my oft-repeated vow,
6 I will improve what I receive,
The grace through Jesus given;
Praying for a Blessing.
FATHER of omnipresent gray
We seem agreed to seek thy face;
But every soul assembled here
Doth naked in thy sight appear: Thou know'st who only bows the knee; And who in heart approaches thee. Thy Spirit hath the difference made Betwixt the living and the dead; Thou now dost into some inspire The pure benevolent desire: O that ev'n now thy powerful call May quicken and convert us all! 3 The sinners suddenly convince; O'erwhelm beneath their load of sins; To-day, while it is call'd to-day, Awake, and stir them up to pray; Their dire captivity to own,
And from the iron furnace groan.
4 Then, then acknowledge and set free
of souls, with pitying eye,
The thousands of our Israel see:
To thee in their behalf we cry,
2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,
They make thee spill thy Blood in vain. 4 Thy people, Lord, are sold for nought; Nor know they their Redeemer nigh; They perish, whom thyself hast bought; Their souls for lack of knowledge die.
5 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide,
6 Why should the foe thy purchase seize?
Open the door of faith and heav'n; And grant their hearts thy word to hear, And witness all their sins forgiv'n.
1 HOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes Our inmost thoughts perceive;
Accept the evening sacrifice
2 We bow before thy gracious throne,
3 Is here a soul that knows thee not,
4 Convince him now of unbelief;
And fill his heart with sacred grief,
5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead, And bid the sleeper "Rise!"
And bid his guilty conscience dread
6 Extort the cry,
"What must be done
"To save a wretch like me?
"How shall a trembling sinner shun
I must this instant now begin
"I must for faith incessant cry,
YOME, O thou all-victorious Lord, Thy power to us make known; Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break these hearts of stone.
20 that we all might now begin
3 Give us ourselves and thee to know,
4 Conclude us first in unbelief,
5 Impoverish, Lord, and then relieve,
6 That blessed sense of guilt impart,
7 Our desperate state through sin declare,