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A WAKENING. 327

C. M. The voice that wakes the dead. MHOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes

Our inmost thoughts perceive, Accept the grateful sacrifice

Which now to thee we give. 2 We bow before thy gracious throne,

And think ourselves sincere: But show us, Lord, is every one

Thy real worshipper ?
3 Is here a soul that knows thee not,

Nor feels his need of thee,-
A stranger to the blood which bought

His pardon on the tree ?
4 Convince him now of unbelief;

His desp’rate state explain ;
And fill his heart with sacred grief,

And penitential pain. 5 Speak, with that voice that wakes the dead,

And bid the sleeper rise;
And bid his guilty conscience dread

The death that never dies. 328

C. M.
The hammer of God's Word.
NOME, O thou all-victorious Lord,
U Thy power to us make known;
Strike with the hammer of thy Word,

And break these hearts of stone. 2 O that we all might now begin

Our foolishness to mourn;
And turn at once from every sin,

And to the Saviour turn.

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3 Give us ourselves and thee to know,

In this our gracious day;
Repentance unto life bestow,

And take our sins away.
4 Convince us first of unbelief,

And freely then release ; .
Fill every soul with sacred grief,
And then with sacred peace.

L. M.
The accepted time.
W HILE life prolongs its precious light,

W Mercy is found, and peace is given ; But soon, ah, soon, approaching night

Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 2 While God invites, how blest the day!

How sweet the Gospel's charming sound ! Come, sinners, haste, 0 haste away,

While yet a pard’ning God is found. 3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing,

Shall death command you to the grave,Before His bar your spirits bring,

And none be found to hear or save. 4 In that lone land of deep despair,

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise,– No God regard your bitter prayer,

No Saviour call you to the skies. 5 Now God invites; how blest the day!

How sweet the Gospel's charming sound ! Come, sinners, haste, 0 haste away,

While yet a pard’ning God is found.
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S. M.
To-day the accepted time.
NOW is the accepted time,
N Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,

And seek the Saviour's face.

2 Now is the accepted time,

The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late-

Then why should you delay ? 3 Now is the accepted time,

The gospel bids you come; And every promise in his word

Declares there yet is room. 331

S. M.
To-day.
ALL yesterday is gone;
A To-morrow's not our own;
O sinner, come, without delay,

And bow before the throne. 2 O hear God's voice to-day,

And harden not your heart;
To-morrow, with a frown, he may

Pronounce the word,—Depart! 332

C. M. Boast not thyself of to-morrow. W HY should we boast of time to come,

W Though but a single day? This hour may fix our final doom,

Though strong, and young, and gay. 2 The present we should now redeem;

This only is our own;
The past, alas! is all a dream;

The future is unknown.
3 0, think what vast concerns depend

Upon a moment's space,
When life and all its cares shall end

In vengeance or in grace ! 4 O for that power which melts the heart,

And lifts the soul on high,
Where sin, and grief, and death depart,

And pleasures never die.

5 There we with ecstasy shall fall

Before Immanuel's feet;
And hail him as our All in all,

In happiness complete.
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The danger of delay.
ITASTEN, sinner, to be wise !
I Stay not for the morrow's sun :
Wisdom if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won.
2 Hasten, mercy to implore !

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er

Ere this evening's stage be run.
3 Hasten, sinner, to return !

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn

Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest !

Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest

Ere the morrow is begun.
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C. M.
No peace to the wicked.
CINNERS, the voice of God regard;
N 'Tis mercy speaks to-day;
He calls you by his sacred word

From sin's destructive way.
2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest

You live, devoid of peace;
A thousand stings within your breast

Deprive your souls of ease.
, 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell :

Why will you persevere ?
Can you in endless torments dwell,

Shut up in black despair ?

4 Why will you in the crooked ways

Of sin and folly go ?
In pain you travel all your days,

To reach eternal wo. 5 But he that turns to God shall live,

Through his abounding grace: His mercy will the guilt forgive

Of those that seek his face.
6 Bow to the sceptre of his word,

Renouncing every sin;
Submit to him, your sov’reign Lord,

And learn his will divine. 335

S. M. The horrors of the second death. WHERE shall rest be found,

Rest for the weary soul ? 'Twere vain the ocean's 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,
Unmeasured by the flight of years ;

And all that life is love.
4 There is a death, whose pang

Outlasts the fleeting breath : O what eternal horrors hang

Around the second death! 5 Thou God of truth and grace!

Teach us that death to shun; Lest we be banish'd from thy face,

Forever more undone.

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