3 Give us ourselves and thee to know, 329 WH The accepted time. L. M. WHILE life prolongs its precious light, 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, O baste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found. 3 Soon, borne on time's inost rapid wing, Shalf 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, 5 Now God invites; how blest the day! How sweet the Gospel's charming sound! Come, sinners, baste, O haste away, While yet a pard'ning God is found. 330 Now To-day the accepted time. S. M. 2 Now is the' accepted time, 331 To-day. S. M. ALL yesterday is gone; 332 Boast not thyself of to-morrow. WH C. M. THY should we boast of time to come, 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 When life and all its cares shall end 40 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 333 5th P. M. 4 lines 7s. The danger of delay. HASTEN, sinner, to be wise! 2 Hasten, mercy to implore! 334 C. M. No peace to the wicked. QINNERS, the voice of God regard; "Tis mercy speaks to-day; He calls you by his sacred word 2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest You live, devoid of peace; A thousand stings within your breast 3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell: Why will you persevere? Can you in endless torments dwell, 4 Why will you in the crooked ways In pain you travel all your days, 5 But he that turns to God shall live, 6 Bow to the sceptre of his word, Submit to him, your sov'reign Lord, 335 0 The horrors of the second death. WHERE shall rest be found,- S. M. "Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2 The world can never give 3 Beyond this vale of tears 4 There is a death, whose pang 5 Thou God of truth and grace! 336 The dead and the living. L. M. WHERE are the dead?-In heaven or hell W Their disembodied spirits dwell; Their perish'd forms, in bonds of clay, 2 Where are the living-On the ground The mortal makes the' immortal man, Warnings from the grave. C. M. Bis equal warning given; QENEATH our feet, and o'er our head, Beneath us lie the countless dead,- 2 Death rides on every passing breeze, Each season has its own disease, 8 Our eyes have seen the rosy light 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age And shall earth still our hearts engage, 5 Turn, mortal, turn; thy danger know The earth rings bollow from below, |