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5. "But gather all my saints," He cries,
"That made their peace with God
By the Redeemer's sacrifice,

And sealed it with His blood."

C. M.

1. THE day approacheth, Oh my soul,
The great decisive day,

Which from the verge of mortal life,
Shall bear thee far away.

2. Another day, more awful, dawns ;
And, lo, the Judge appears;
Ye heavens, retire before His face,
And sink, ye darkened stars.

3. Yet does one short, preparing hour,
One precious hour remain;

WATTS.

Rouse thee, my soul, with all thy power,
Nor let it pass in vain.

4. For this, Thy temple, Lord, we throng,
For this, Thy board surround;
Here may our service be approved,
And in Thy presence crowned.

C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. My thoughts on awful subjects roll,
Damnation and the dead;

What horrors seize the guilty soul
Upon a dying bed!

2. Ling'ring about these mortal shores,
She makes a long delay;

Till, like a flood, with rapid force,
Death sweeps the wretch away.

3. Then swift and dreadful she descends

Down to the fiery coast,
Among abominable fiends,
Herself a frighted ghost.

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4. There endless crowds of sinners lie,

And darkness makes their chains;
Tortured with keen despair they cry,
Yet wait for fiercer pains.

5. Amazing grace! that kept my breath,
Nor bade my soul remove,

Till I had learned my Saviour's death,
And well ensured his love!

C. M.

1. SIN, like a venomous disease,
Infects our vital blood;

The only balm is sovereign grace,
And the physician, God.

2. Our beauty and our strength are fled,
And we draw near to death;
But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead,
With His almighty breath.

3. Madness, by nature reigns within,
The passions burn and rage,

Till God's own Son, with skill divine,
The inward fire assuage.

4. We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,
And solid good despise:

Such is the folly of the mind,

Till Jesus makes us wise.

WATTS.

5. We give our souls the wounds they feel,
We drink the poisonous gall,

And rush with fury down to hell ;

But heaven prevents the fall.

C. M.

WATTS.

1. Sroop down, my thoughts, that use to rise,
Converse awhile with death;

Think how a gasping mortal lies,
And pants away his breath.

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2. But oh, the soul that never dies!
At once it leaves the clay,

Ye thoughts pursue it where it flies,
And trace its wondrous way.

3. And must my body faint and die?
And must this soul remove?
Oh for some guardian angel nigh
To bear it safe above.

4. Jesus, to Thy dear faithful hand,
My naked soul I trust; ;

And my flesh waits for Thy command,
To drop into the dust.

WATTS.

C. M.

1. THEE we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to Thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!

2. The

year rolls round, and steals away The breath, that first it gave; Whate'er we do, whate'er we be,

We're traveling to the grave.

3. Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb;

And fierce diseases wait around,

To hurry mortals home.

4. Great God! on what a slender thread

Hang everlasting things!

Th' eternal state of all the dead,
Upon life's feeble strings.

5. Infinite joy, or endless woe,
Attends on every breath;

And yet, how unconcerned we go
Upon the brink of death!

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6. Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense,
To walk this dangerous road;
And if our souls are hurried hence,
May they be found with God.

S. M.

1. COME to the land of peace,

From shadows come away,

WATTS.

Where all the sounds of weeping cease,
And storms no more have sway.

2. Fear hath no dwelling here;
But pure repose and love
Breathe through the bright, celestial air,
The spirit of the dove.

3. Come to the bright and blest,
Gathered from every land;

For here thy soul shall find its rest,
Amidst the shining band.

4. In this divine abode

Change leaves no saddening trace;

Come, trusting spirit, to thy God,
Thy holy resting-place!

S. M.

1. THE Spirit, in our hearts,

BRIGGS' COLL.

Is whispering, "Sinner, come:"

The bride, the church of Christ, proclaims
To all His children, "Come!"

2. Let him that heareth say

To all about him, "Come!"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,
To Christ, the fountain, come!

3. Yes, whosoever will,

Ó let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;
"T is Jesus bids him come.

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4. Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, "I quickly come;"

Lord, even so! we wait Thine hour;
O blest Redeemer, come!

S. M.

H. U. ONDERDONK.

1. YE trembling captives! hear ;
The gospel-trumpet sounds;
No music more can charm the ear,
Or heal your heart-felt wounds.

2. 'Tis not the trump of war,
Nor Sinai's awful roar;
Salvation's news it spreads afar,
And vengeance is no more.
3. Forgiveness, love, and peace,
Glad heaven aloud proclaims;
And earth, the jubilee's release,
With eager rapture claims.

4. Far, far to distant lands

The saving news shall spread;
And Jesus all His willing bands
In glorious triumph lead.

S. M.

1. In true and patient hope,
My soul, on God attend;
And calmly, confidently look,
Till He salvation send.

2. I shall His goodness see,
While on His name I call;

BRIGGS' COLL.

He will defend and strengthen me,
And I shall never fall.

3. Jesus, to Thee I fly,

My refuge, and my tower ·
Upon Thy faithful love rely,

And find Thy saving power.

C. WESLEY.