2. So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,

When all that mortal life has done,
God's judgment shall survey.

3. Yet, like an idle tale, we spend
The swift-advancing year;
And study artful ways to mend
The speed of its career.

4. Waken, O God! my trifling heart,
Its great concern to see;
That I may act the Christian part,
And give the year to Thee.

5. So shall their course more grateful roll,
If future years arise;

Or this shall bear my happy soul

To joy that never dies.

DODDRIDGE.

1. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus! at Thy feet
A guilty rebel lies;

And upward to the mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2. If tears of sorrow would suffice

To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.

3. But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;

No tears, but those which Thou hast shed-
No blood, but Thou hast spilt.

4. Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord!
And all my sins forgive:

Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

STENNETT.

1. REPENT! the voice celestial cries,
No longer dare delay :

The soul that scorns the mandate dies,
And meets a fiery day.

2. No more the sovereign eye of God
O'erlooks the crimes of men;
His heralds now are sent abroad
To warn the world of sin.

3. O sinners! in His presence bow,
And all your guilt confess;

Accept the offered Saviour now,
Nor trifle with His

grace.

4. Soon, will the awful trumpet sound,
And call you to His bar;

His mercy knows th' appointed bound,
And yields to justice there.

5. Amazing love-that yet will call,
And yet prolong our days!

Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall,
And weep, and love, and praise.

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C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. SINNERS, the voice of God regard;
His mercy speaks to-day :

He calls you, by His sovereign word,
From sin's destructive way.

2. Like the rough sea that can not 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 in endless sorrows dwell,
you

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,
reap eternal woe!

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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. His love exceeds your highest thoughts;
He pardons like a God;

He will forgive your numerous faults,
Through a Redeemer's blood.

FAWCETT.

1. How short and hasty is our life!
How vast our soul's affairs!
Yet senseless mortals vainly strive
To lavish out their years.

2. Our days run thoughtlessly along,
Without a moment's stay;

Just like a story, or a song,
We pass our lives away.

3. God from on high invites us home,
But we march heedless on,
And, ever hastening to the tomb,
Stoop downward as we run.

4. How we deserve the deepest hell,
Who slight the joys above!

What chains of vengeance should we feel,
Who break such cords of love!

5. Draw us, O God! with sovereign grace,
And lift our thoughts on high,

That we may end this mortal race,
And see salvation nigh.

WATTS.

1. YE hearts with youthful vigor warm,
In smiling crowds draw near,
And turn from every mortal charm
A Saviour's voice to hear.

2. He, Lord of all the worlds on high,
Stoops to converse with you,
And lays His radiant glories by,
Your friendship to pursue.

3. "The soul that longs to see My face,
Is sure My love to gain;

And those that early seek My grace,

Shall never seek in vain."

4. What object, Lord, my soul should move,
If once compared with Thee?
What beauty should command my love,
Like what in Christ I see?

5. Away, ye false, delusive toys,
Vain tempters of the mind!

'Tis here I fix my lasting choice,
For here true bliss I find.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. THAT awful day will surely come,
Th' appointed hour makes haste-
When I must stand before my Judge,
And pass the solemn test.

2. Thou lovely Chief of all my joys,
Thou Sovereign of my heart,
How could I bear to hear Thy voice
Pronounce the sound Depart!

3. The thunder of that dismal word
Would so distress my ear,

"Twould tear my soul asunder, Lord,
With most tormenting fear.

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4. Oh, wretched state of deep despair,
To see my God remove-

And fix my doleful station where
I must not taste His love!

5. Jesus, I throw my arms around,
And hang upon Thy breast,

Without a gracious smile from Thee,
My spirit can not rest.

6. Oh! tell me that my worthless name
Is graven on Thy hands;

Show me some promise in Thy book,
Where my salvation stands.

7. Give me one kind, assuring word,
To sink my fears again:

And cheerfully my soul shall wait
Her threescore years and ten.

C. M.

WATTS.

1. THE Lord, the Judge, before His throne
Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
The nations near the rising sun,
And near the western sky.

2. No more shall bold blasphemers say-
"Judgment will ne'er begin ;"

No more abuse His long delay,
To impudence and sin.

3. Throned on a cloud our God shall come;
Bright flames prepare His way;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.

4. Heaven from above His call shall hear,
Attending angels come,

And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice and their doom.